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nurse-buckley · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 6

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Prompt: Written for anon "Eddie x reader. Reader is also with the 118. Eddie is training her on something so they trade places and then she gets injured, maybe hit by falling debris or something. And then while they’re at the hospital waiting to hear how she is he feels guilty because she was standing where he should have been."

Word Count: 1,489

Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, Hen Wilson and Chimney Han

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of injury (minor)

Summary: You and the team are called to an accident at a construction site when disaster strikes. Written for day six of @whumptober for the prompt "it should have been me."

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr

Authors notes: unbeta'd but I've got a migraine and wanted to post it before midnight. All mistakes are my own - hoping to reupload a polished version soon.

You were sitting with Eddie and buck, chatting over your coffee when the call bell sounded, altering you to another rescue. You followed quickly behind your team as you grabbed your turnouts and piled onto the fire engine. The sirens blared as you raced down the streets of LA and Bobby relayed the information he was receiving from dispatch. There were reports of a disaster at a construction site with multiple victims involved. You looked out the window as you mentally prepared yourself for what you were about to encounter when you arrived on scene.

When you finally arrived, chaos greeted you as you took in the full extent of the accident. There was debris scattered everywhere as well as workers with various injuries, some were walking wounded and others were on the floor, surrounded by their colleagues who were attempting to help them.

Bobby gave you your assignments, putting you and Eddie on medical with Hen and Chim due to the amount of casualties involved. You and Eddie partnered up together and grabbed your equipment before assessing the scene to identify who needed your help most.

Amidst the chaos, your eyes landed on a man with a severe leg injury, his colleagues were frantically attempting to stem the bleeding as he deteriorated.

You took over from one of the men, holding pressure on the wound as Eddie began his assessment and secured the man’s c-spine. Eddie could see the extent of the injury and turned to you, his voice filled with urgency, “swap with me. I’ll take over.”

Nodding, you easily swapped positions and took over the patient's airway while Eddie took charge of managing the patient’s leg wound, knowing he had more experience with these sorts of injuries.

As you began to work, a loud crash echoed from above as a piece of debris fell from a higher level right where Eddie had been moments before. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Eddie could do nothing but watch in horror, his heart in his throat as the ceiling fell around you. The last thing you remember before your world faded to black was a large piece of debris coming down on top of you and knocking you unconscious.

Eddie felt as if his heart had stopped as he watched your body slump to the ground motionless. Panic surged through Eddie as he helplessly watched from his position and desperately screamed for back up. He was surrounded by extra hands moments later, including those of his team. Hen and Chimney rushed to your side, Buck and Bobby joining only moments later. Medics took over looking after the patients allowing him to rush forward to your side. He frantically pressed his fingers into your neck and let out a choked sob as he felt the weak pulse beneath his touch. It was a tense and agonizing few minutes but eventually they were able to pull you free.

Eddie climbed in the ambulance behind you, his face etched with worry for you and the guilt he couldn’t help feeling that it should have been him on that stretcher. The team loaded you onto the waiting ambulance and rushed towards the hospital.

As the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the doctors and nurses practically tore the gurney away from your teammates, promising that they would do their best for you. Eddie just hoped their best would be enough.

Chim stepped behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder, “y/n’s strong. We got them here in time. They’re going to pull through.”

Eddie nodded, still not quite believing his friend as he sat in the uncomfortable and all too familiar chairs of the hospital waiting room and waited for news of your condition.

A few hours later, with no updates on your condition, Eddie’s worry began to grow. Before he could think on it any longer, the surgeon who’d been working on you appeared followed by a nurse. He looked exhausted, but wore a hopeful expression as he approached the group. “Y/N’s made it through surgery. They’re in critical condition, but stable. The next few hours and days are critical but we’re hopeful.”

“Once they’re out of recovery you can visit,” the nurse added.

Eddie couldn’t help the overwhelming flood of relief that washed over him at the news.

When the nurse came by again with another update and that you’d been moved out of recovery and into the ICU, Eddie was the first to rise. He promised himself that he’d watch out for you and be by your side until you woke up.

Two days later, you still remained unconscious in the ICU while your body healed from the accident. The 118 had taken turns paying you visits, coming and going, but one person had remained by your side the entire time. Buck entered the room, coffee cup in hand, not expecting to see Eddie still there. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, the dark circles under his eyes showing he hadn’t gotten much rest. The room was eerily silent, the only sound the beeping of the heart monitor and soft buzz of medical equipment as he took the empty seat next to Eddie. Buck studied Eddie’s face and how his eyes never left you.

“It should have been me,” Eddie muttered, so quietly Buck would have missed it if he weren’t sitting next to him.

Buck’s brow furrowed in confusion, “Eddie, what?”

“It should have been me who got hurt, not y/n. It should be me in that hospital bed.” He looked at Buck who was still just as confused.

“Eddie, you know this isn’t your fault, right? Accidents happen and you couldn’t have stopped it.”

“I put them here,” he choked out with tears in his eyes before continuing, “I asked them to swap places with me. If we hadn’t switched, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Buck’s expression softened, “Eds, we’d still be in this situation if you hadn’t switched, only it would be you in that bed. You made a split second decision based on skill and what you thought was best for the patient. Accidents happen all the time in our line of work. This isn’t your fault and Y/N is strong, they pulled through surgery and they’re going to be okay, alright?”

“I would have preferred it had been me.”

Buck sighed, he knew Eddie was tired and it wasn’t helping the situation. “We can’t change what happened, but what we can do is be here for y/n. They love you and they wouldn’t want you blaming yourself. When was the last time you got some rest or ate or drank anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Eds, you need rest or you will end up in the hospital bed next to them. Come on, I’ll call Bobby and he can sit with them. You’re going to go home and I’m going to get you some food, water and you’re going to rest.”

“But…” he tried but Buck was having none of it.

“I’m not arguing Eds.”

Eddie’s gaze returned to you, his eyes still filled with guilt and regret. “I just want y/n to wake up.”

“They will, but we can’t do anything but wait right now and I know they’d want you to be looking after yourself too.”

Reluctantly Eddie got up from his seat and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before he followed Buck out of the room. They passed Bobby in the hallway who’d come at Buck’s request so you wouldn’t be left alone and headed back to Eddie’s to get him a shower, food and some rest.

A few hours later Buck got a call from the hospital. He sat down on the table and gave Eddie a gentle shake to wake him, his phone still clutched in his hand. Eddie’s heart was in his throat as he thought the worst before Buck told him the words he’d been hoping to hear since the accident. You were awake.

The pair rushed into your room, seeing you awake and talking to Bobby. A small smile crossed your lips as you saw Eddie waiting at the door. Buck and Bobby exchanged a knowing glance as they quietly left the room to give the two of you some privacy.

You held out your hand for him as he walked into the room and he took the seat by your side. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in return, his eyes filling with tears.

“I’m sorry,” he began.

“Eddie,” you interrupted, “I don’t blame you. You didn’t do anything wrong, accidents happen and I’m glad it wasn’t you.”

“You heard?”

“I know you blame yourself and think it should have been you, but I’m glad it wasn’t.”

A tear rolled down his cheek as he leaned in close and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, relieved to finally know that you were going to be okay.

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buddie-buddie · 1 year

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7.2k - m - read on ao3 five times buck answered when eddie said "talk to me," and the one time he didn't

“Buck!”

He’d know that voice anywhere.

God, he loves hearing Eddie say his name. There’s something about it, something in the way that Eddie makes it sound special. Reverent. Like a promise.

He’s heard his name on Eddie’s lips more times than he can count, but it’s never sounded like this.

“Buck!”

Something’s different. Hazy. Buck’s body feels heavy, but his head feels light. He’s warm– not hot, but warm. Almost as if someone lit a candle inside him, like something’s aglow beneath his skin. He floats in the haze for a moment, content to let it sweep him away.

“Talk to me!” It’s Eddie yelling again. But he doesn’t sound like himself. Something is different.

There’s something in his voice Buck isn’t used to hearing. Something that takes him a moment to register, to put a name to.

Fear.

Eddie’s scared. But why? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Everything is warm and floaty and good. Everything is good. Eddie’s nearby. No, wait, Eddie’s here. Eddie’s hands are on him now. Buck knows that touch better than he knows his own.

And he hears Bobby, too.

Eddie’s here. Bobby’s here. There’s nothing to be scared of. He tries to open his mouth, tries to get the words out, to tell Eddie that it’s okay. That he doesn’t have to be afraid. But his mouth won’t work. The words won’t come. They swim around in his head, fighting the haze that grows thicker with each passing moment until they disappear.

“Talk to me!” Eddie yells again. Buck’s heard Eddie say that before.

Memories wash over him, pulling him deeper into the haze.

“Metro Dispatch, this is Firefighter Eddie Diaz, Public Service Officer.” Eddie answers his cell phone on the second ring.

Buck’s not sure what he was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. “Firefighter Eddie Diaz?” he repeats, laughing. “What happened to hello ?”

Eddie sighs, and Buck doesn’t have to be in the room with him to know that he’s rubbing a hand over his forehead, trailing it down his face as he laughs alongside him. “Oh my god,” he groans. “I– I don’t even– I’m…” he stammers, clearly flustered.

Buck can picture the look on his face, can imagine the blush creeping up his neck and settling on the apples of his cheeks. God, the things Buck would do to be able to run his thumbs over his flushed cheeks, to kiss away his bashful grin. To have the privilege of knowing Eddie– of having Eddie– so intimately.

Eddie clears his throat. “Sorry. Guess I, uh, I’ve gotten a little too used to answering the phone at work.”

It’s been a month and Buck’s still not used to the fact that he and Eddie don’t work together anymore. He thought it would get easier the more time that passed, but the dull ache in his chest hasn’t let up since the day Eddie told them all the news.

And if Buck is being completely honest, hearing Eddie say “work” and knowing that he doesn’t mean the 118 hurts a little more than he thought it would.

Buck opts for levity in an attempt to push past the pang of sadness. “I mean, if you want to change it up, there are plenty of other options.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asks. “What do you suggest?”

“What about ‘Howdy?’” Buck has to fight to keep a straight face. “Y’know, honor your roots and all that.”

There’s a pause, and Buck doesn’t have to be in the room with Eddie to know that he’s rolling his eyes.

And Buck could be mistaken. Maybe it’s a case of synchronicity, of Buck hearing what he so desperately wants to. But he swears Eddie sounds fond as he says, “Maybe not.”

“Okay,” Buck concedes. “Forget your Texan blood. You could go more authoritative.”

“More authoritative? Eddie echoes. “Like what?” he drops his voice lower, more serious. “Talk to me.”

Buck laughs. “Definitely a contender.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.”

“As you should.”

“Might be a good idea to switch it up,” Eddie says. “I’m on the phone all day. Only a matter of time until I lose my mind.”

“More than you already have,” Buck ribs.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. He keeps his tone light, but there’s something serious hiding beneath it, something Buck picks up on from the single syllable alone. Before he can press, Eddie continues, “So… to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well,” Buck begins, heaving a sigh. “Remember how I saved your life?”

“Which time?”

“You pick,” Buck quips. He can hear Eddie moving around. Putting things away, opening and closing the refrigerator door. He recognizes the sound of Eddie’s dishwasher kicking on. A sudden and overwhelming sense of longing hits him over the head without warning. Which shouldn’t make any sense– who longs to clean up the kitchen? And yet he aches for it. Putting dishes away and taking out the trash. Dumping clean laundry on the bed and matching up socks.

Something about being with Eddie makes even the most mundane task feel like sacred privilege.

“I’m calling to see if I can cash in a favor,” Buck says.

He’s expecting a smart response, something witty or sarcastic. Maybe a playful ribbing. What he gets instead is a simple “Anything.”

There’s something about the way Eddie says it that has Buck feeling warm inside. It’s simple and it’s easy and it’s honest. Eddie means it. Anything.

Anything.

It’s welcome and it’s appreciated and it means more to Buck than he thinks he could ever put into words. But it’s equal parts disarming, and it takes Buck a second to recover from the unexpectedness of it all. “Uh, well, my– washer’s broken,” he explains. “It’s been busted for a few days now and it’s something with the water lines cause all my neighbors’ are broken too and my landlord said he’d have someone come take a look but that was on Friday and it’s Tuesday now and he still hasn’t gotten anyone out and I don’t want to bug Maddie right now since she just got back and I–”

“Buck,” Eddie cuts in.

“I’m rambling,” Buck realizes.

“You’re rambling,” Eddie confirms. This time Buck is absolutely certain he isn’t imagining the fondness in Eddie’s voice.

On a totally unrelated note, there are butterflies in his stomach.

He takes a breath. “Sorry.”

“No need,” Eddie assures him. “Come do your laundry here.”

“You sure?” Buck asks, all but holding his breath as he waits for Eddie’s response.

He doesn’t have to wait long, as Eddie answers without so much as a second’s hesitation. “Of course.”

“Thank you,” Buck says. “I tried to go to the laundromat around the corner yesterday but I guess everyone in the building had the same idea because all the machines were in use and when I called just now they said everything is still taken and I’m out of clean work shirts and I don’t think anyone at the 118 would appreciate it if I showed up for my shift tomorrow in last shift’s clothes and I–”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Eddie assures him. “The offer stands. Even if your landlord has it fixed by the time you get your clothes off the floor and into a laundry basket.”

Ah, yes. There’s the gentle teasing Buck had been expecting.

Buck scoffs, feigning hurt. “What makes you think my clothes aren’t already in a basket?”

“I’ve seen your bedroom floor. Or rather, the lack thereof,” Eddie says. “Worse than Christopher,” he muses.

There’s a long pause. Buck can’t really argue with that. “Fine,” he concedes. “You win.”

“Chris is at science club until six, but if you get here by then you can come with me to pick him up?” Eddie says. It has the workings of a question, with the way his voice ticks up at the end. There’s something hopeful there.

Buck’s smile stretches so wide, he wonders if Eddie can hear it through the phone. “Done.”

Traffic is the third certainty to life when living in L.A.

Death, taxes, and bumper-to-bumper on the 405.

Buck knows this to be true. He used to hate it, used to sit in traffic longing for his old motorcycle, imagining weaving through the slow-moving cars and feeling the wind in his face.

But lately, he hasn’t minded it so much. Not when Eddie’s beside him, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming underneath his breath, stealing glances at him across the center console and listening to him ramble on about whatever’s on his mind.

Sometimes, Buck finds himself wishing for traffic– hoping that their twenty minute drive might turn into thirty or forty, that he might be lucky enough to steal those extra moments with Eddie.

And he’s grateful– so, so grateful for these moments, for this time with Eddie– he’ll never not be grateful when Eddie’s beside him. But if everyone could get a fucking move on today, that would be great.

“We’re going to be late,” Buck mutters, craning his neck in an attempt to see around the cars in front of them.

“It’s fine,” Eddie assures him, seemingly unbothered from where he sits in the passenger seat.

Buck huffs out a sigh, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “No it’s not.”

“Baby,” Eddie says gently. “It’s okay. They can wait for a few minutes.”

Buck can only imagine the things that Eddie’s parents could be thinking– could be saying to each other– while they wait outside of LAX for the two of them to pull up. He’s met them before, and they were fine, but that was when he was just Eddie’s partner. Now that he’s Eddie’s partner, things are different. He doesn't want them thinking he’s irresponsible. Or unreliable. Or worse, that he doesn’t respect them.

He doesn't know what exactly they think about him and Eddie being together. It only happened a couple of months ago, after Eddie got back from visiting El Paso for his dad’s retirement party. Buck had driven this same route, had picked him and Chris up outside of arrivals when their flight got in. It was late and they were exhausted– Christopher was asleep in the back seat by the time they hit the freeway– and Eddie was unusually quiet the whole way home.

When they got to Eddie’s, Buck carried a still-sleeping Christopher inside while Eddie got the bags. They put him to bed and Eddie pulled two beers from the fridge and said, “Stay.”

Buck took the bottle from his outstretched hand and said, “Okay.”

Eddie held his gaze, something soft and vulnerable and a little hopeful in his eyes. “Forever.”

Buck’s breath caught in his throat, his heart hammered in his chest. Eddie had somehow given him everything he’d ever wanted, offered him everything he’d ever dreamed of, in one single word. Buck swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat and dug his fingernails into the heel of his palm hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. But he didn’t wake up. It wasn’t a dream.

His eyes shone as he looked at Eddie. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Eddie repeated, taking a step forward and closing the gap between them. Buck can’t remember who moved first, who kissed who.

All he remembers is the slowest, sweetest, most perfect kiss of his life. How Eddie’s lips tasted like beer and his hands felt like home. How something inside of him instantly settled, how for the first time in his life, his brain felt quiet and his heart felt whole.

“Forever,” Buck breathed, the word lost on his lips as Eddie kissed him again.

And so it was.

Eddie told his parents a few weeks ago. With Christopher’s birthday coming up, he was hoping they’d be willing to make the trip. He’d called to see if they’d let him fly them out for Christopher’s birthday. Between Buck and Pepa, his birthday party was shaping up to be the event of the decade. He knew the only thing that could make his son happier than the cotton candy machine, video game truck, and four (yes, four ) piñatas already hidden in Eddie’s closet was a surprise visit from his grandparents.

So he called and asked. They were on board before Eddie could even get to the details, which had Buck sighing with relief from where he sat beside Eddie as he spoke to them. He had placed a reassuring hand on Eddie’s shoulder, his chest swelling as Eddie all but melted into his touch.

Eddie went on to tell them about their relationship, and Buck waited with bated breath for their reaction. Not that it would change anything about how he felt for Eddie– nothing could– but he knew how important this was to Eddie, how even though his parents had let him down so many times before, there was still some tiny, hopeful part of him eager for their approval. Buck knew the feeling.

“Are you happy, mijo?” Eddie’s dad had asked. Eddie looked up at Buck, smiling as their eyes met.

“Yeah,” Eddie answered, holding Buck’s gaze as he spoke. “More than ever.”

“Then so are we,” Ramon said.

And now they’re here. Well, they will be if Buck and Eddie ever actually make it to the airport. His stomach churns with anxiety as the traffic inches forward.

It’s crawling so slowly that he hasn’t even used the gas pedal in the last few minutes, just lifts his foot off the brake every time the car in front moves forward another half a foot.

The reality of the situation is that Buck spent the last two hours tracking their flight, watching the little airplane icon make its way across New Mexico and Arizona and into California. He announced it was time to leave for the airport a half hour before the Diazes even landed. Eddie had pushed back, pointing out that the airport is only twenty minutes away and it would be at least an hour before his parents landed, deplaned, and got their luggage.

“But what if they didn’t check a bag?” Buck had asked. Eddie had dropped a kiss to his forehead, smoothing out the worry lines. He didn’t dig his heels in, didn’t insist they could wait. He just walked to the front door and pulled his shoes on, and Buck loved him for it.

“Your car or mine?”

And it was a good thing they left when they did. They’ve been in the car for almost an hour, and they still have another two miles to go. Eddie’s parents texted ten minutes ago that they were off the plane and heading to baggage claim, which did absolutely nothing to calm the nerves buzzing beneath Buck’s skin.

“Let’s go!” Buck shouts at the cars ahead of them, slamming his hands on the steering wheel in frustration. “Should’ve taken La Cienega,” he mumbles, to himself more than anything.

Eddie places a hand on his thigh, squeezing reassuringly. “It’s okay. You know how many times they were late picking me up from things as a kid? We could show up tomorrow and it still wouldn’t be even.”

And okay, that does help a little bit. It doesn’t make Buck feel better completely, but it does help to untangle the ball nerves that’s formed behind his chest.

“How are you not going crazy?” Buck asks after a minute, tearing his eyes away from the long line of cars in front of them long enough to glance over at Eddie.

Eddie shrugs. “Nothing we can do about it.”

Practically speaking, Eddie’s right. Technically speaking, though, Buck could pull into the shoulder and speed around the congestion. But Eddie had shut that idea down about twenty minutes ago. And again ten minutes ago when Buck looked over at him with what could only be described as mischief in his eyes.

Buck groans, rolling his eyes and knocking the back of his head into the headrest.

Eddie looks at him for a long moment, nothing shy of completely smitten. “You done?” he asks after a beat.

“No,” Buck says, groaning once more, even louder than before. “Okay, now I am.”

Eddie shakes his head fondly. “Patience is a virtue, Buck.”

“Well, I think hurrying the fuck up should be a virtue,” Buck grumbles.

Eddie snorts, reaching for the radio and flipping through stations until he finds one that’s playing music instead of a commercial. “Oh, this is a good song!” he says excitedly, turning to Buck expectantly.

Buck gives him a blank look in return. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard this before.

“Wait, seriously?” Eddie asks incredulously. “It’s Stevie Nicks!”

Buck shrugs. He’s already grinning like an idiot, enjoying every second of watching Eddie get all excited over a song on the radio. But nothing– nothing could prepare him for the wave of adoration that crashes over him as Eddie starts to sing along.

“You can talk to me,” Eddie sings. “T-T-T-Talk to me.” He draws out the last word, smiling as he looks over at Buck. “Come on, you know this song!” he insists.

“I don’t!”

Even if he did, Buck wouldn’t admit to it now. Not if it meant he’d lose his front-row seat to this epic performance.

“This is the best part,” Eddie says, reaching for the dial and turning it louder before turning to Buck. “Let the walls burn down, set your secrets free.” He grins, reaching for Buck and cupping his chin in his hands. “You can break their bounds, cause you’re safe with me.”

And god, if that isn’t the truth. Buck has never felt safer with anyone than he has with Eddie.

When he was growing up in Hershey, there was this game all the neighborhood kids used to play at the town pool. They’d take turns swimming out in pairs to the middle of the deep end, reaching up and grabbing opposite edges of the diving board. Then, they’d hang off the edge for as long as they could, until someone dropped into the water and the other was crowned the victor. Buck has vivid memories of dangling there, knuckles white and muscles burning, determined to hang on longer than the kid opposite him.

Most of his friends would drop off the second they beat their opponent, but not Buck. He’d stay on until he physically couldn’t any more. Until his face would burn red, his muscles would ache, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hold on any longer.

So much of his life has felt the same– like he’s hanging on the edge, desperate to just keep holding on, to get a better grip on it all. And then he met Eddie. And suddenly, it was like the first summer where they started playing in teams instead of one on one.

Everything was easier.

He was still hanging there, still on the edge, but it was easier. He wasn’t on his own. When it got to be too much for him, there was someone beside him ready to tag him out, ready to share in the burden.

And it didn’t hurt anymore. He felt like he could hold on forever.

Buck loves Eddie’s house.

He loves his own place, too– the loft has been good to him– but it’s not the same. It’s never felt like home. Not in the way that Eddie’s house does.

It took him a while to realize that’s what the feeling was. He spent the first two and a half decades of his life never really feeling at home anywhere. The feeling was so foreign to him that he didn’t recognize it once he had it. He knew that the ever-present current of anxiety thrumming beneath his skin suddenly quieted each time he was at Eddie’s. It was the same thing that happened every time he walked into the 118.

He just didn’t realize the feeling had a name at first.

Eddie’s house feels like home in a way his loft never has. In a way Abby’s place never did. In a way that his old apartment and all of the places he lived before landing at the 118 never did.

In a way his childhood home never did.

Not that Buck’s loft is all bad. It’s the first place he truly ever felt was his. It was the backdrop for some of the best moments in his life. Some of the worst, too. The loft is where he told Eddie he loved him for the first time. The loft is where Eddie said it back, not even a heartbeat later.

The loft is where Eddie first squeezed Buck’s hand three times, an unspoken I love you that quickly became woven into the fabric of their everyday lives. Three squeezes across the center console in the car just because. Three taps on the knee in the back of the engine as they pull up to a call. Three kisses stolen as they stand at the stove in their pajamas, flipping pancakes on Saturday mornings.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

And the loft does feel like home sometimes. It hasn't always, not the way that Eddie’s place always has. But sometimes. Like when when he wakes up to slow kisses and the smell of coffee as early-morning sunlight pours through the windows. When contagious laughter and video game sound effects echo off the high ceilings. And when his eyes catch on the second toothbrush beside his in the cup next to the bathroom sink.

And on nights like these, when he and Eddie are here together. Alone together. When Buck’s laid out on the bed, sheets that smell like Eddie balled up in his fists as breathy moans fall from his lips.

They’ve been caught up in each other since the day started bleeding into night, since pink and purple streaks crept into the blue sky, melting away into a deep, inky nighttime. Moonlight flooded through the windows, painting the walls in shadow as they held onto each other hard enough to leave marks and swapped bruising kisses that somehow still felt reverent.

It’s perfect. It’s absolutely everything.

Buck doesn’t know how he ever lived without this.

He’ll be the first to admit he’s had a lot of sex. Like… a lot of sex.

He’ll also be the first to admit that sex with Eddie is the best he’s ever had. Tenfold. By a landslide. No competition.

The first time was a revelation. It was as exhilarating as the first leap off the diving board at the start of the summer season, as refreshing as that first clean breath after breaking the water’s surface. The kind that has your lungs burning and your heart flying up against your ribcage in the very best way.

It was slow and hot and absolutely perfect.

A chill dances up Buck’s spine every time he thinks about it. How his skin sparked to life beneath Eddie’s touch. How the reverence in Eddie’s voice as he murmured Buck’s name had his heart soaring, his lips curling into a smile. How Eddie’s kiss brought with it the thrill of setting off on a new adventure and the grounding comfort of coming home all at once.

And the fact that Eddie can do things with his tongue that Buck’s only ever seen in his wildest, filthiest dreams doesn’t hurt either.

Buck spent the first few days waiting for the bubble to pop, expecting the initial flame to snuff out. Surely it was too good to be true. There was no way sex could be this good all the time, right?

Except it’s been months now, and it’s still just as good. Better, even, if that’s possible. The spark beneath Buck’s skin that was fanned into a flame beneath Eddie’s touch has only managed to burn brighter since that first night.

He can’t get enough.

He’s on his forearms and his knees tonight, Eddie draped over his back. He’s long since lost track of where he ends and Eddie begins, lost all concept of anything except the hot, filthy drag of Eddie’s cock inside him as he falls apart beneath each languid thrust.

Eddie drops a kiss to Buck’s shoulder, and every nerve ending in Buck’s body feels like it fires at once. He gasps, pants, dissolves into broken-off moans and hushed cries of please and Eddie and baby . He feels like he’s glowing, ecstasy shimmering in his veins.

“More,” Buck whines. He doesn’t mean to sound like he’s begging, but it comes out needy and desperate. He turns his head, hiding his face in the pillow as a blush creeps onto his cheeks.

The next thing he feels is Eddie’s hand on his face, his fingers on his jaw, a warm and welcome weight as he turns Buck’s face to the side.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, pressing a hot kiss to Buck’s temple. His breath is warm against Buck’s skin, and it sends sparks dancing across Buck’s skin. “Tell me what you want. Let me hear you.”

Buck wants to be closer, wants to feel it tomorrow, wants to forget everything except Eddie inside him. Eddie’s fingers on his hips. Eddie’s lips on his neck.

“Want to see you,” Buck breathes. “Want you to turn me over and fuck me like I’m yours.”

Eddie doesn’t have to be told twice.

They’re standing in the cereal aisle when Eddie’s phone rings. Buck has a box of store brand Cheerios in one hand and a box of Frosted Flakes in the other. Christopher loves them both equally and the grocery list they made during a slow stretch on shift last night says cereal in Eddie’s neat capital letters. But it doesn’t specify which kind, but it doesn’t have to. They both know what Christopher likes. Buck can’t eat either one of them without thinking of the week Eddie spent in the hospital with a bullet hole in his chest. But Christopher loves them.

Buck holds the boxes up to Eddie as if to ask which one?

Eddie looks between the boxes, considering the choices.

“Both?” Buck suggests.

“Both,” Eddie nods, taking the boxes from Buck and placing them in the shopping cart. Buck would be lying if he said he was fully present. As much as he loves this– running errands with Eddie after a slow, quiet shift together– his mind is elsewhere today. He hopes it’s not obvious, but he suspects it is, if Eddie’s lingering looks are any indication.

He’s about to say something when Eddie’s phone rings. One look at the caller ID has him swearing under his breath, picking up the call immediately. Buck can only hear Eddie’s side of the conversation, but it’s all he needs. “Hello?... Oh, no… Yeah, of course. We’ll be right there… Is he doing alright? … We’re on the way now… Can you let him know?... Yeah, thank you.”

“What happened?” Buck asks the second Eddie pulls the phone from his ear to hang up the call.

Eddie sighs. “Stomach bug.”

The rest of their list is abandoned in favor of getting through the checkout and out of the store as quickly as possible, with only a quick stop for crackers and Pedialyte on the way to the register.

A couple minutes into the cross-town drive to Christopher’s school, Eddie’s hand comes to rest just above Buck’s knee.

The familiar touch pulls Buck out of his own mind. It’s only then that he realizes he was staring out the window so intently his vision had begun to go blurry. He blinks slowly, his vision returning to normal as he looks over at Eddie behind the wheel. Eddie’s looking at him expectantly. Shit. He must’ve said something when Buck was zoned out.

“Hmm?” Buck asks, blinking again. “Sorry.”

Eddie looks over at him as the truck rolls to a stop at a red light. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Buck shrugs. “Tired,” he lies. Well, technically, he is tired. They just got off shift, after all. But he and Eddie both know that’s not the reason why he’s been quieter than usual.

“That all?” Eddie asks gently.

Buck hesitates. He wants to talk to Eddie, longs for his advice and his assurances and the way he always manages to hear even the things Buck doesn’t voice out loud.

“It can wait,” he says. At least that’s closer to the truth. It can wait. Until Christopher is better.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Why should it have to? Whatever it is, it’s bothering you.”

Buck shrugs. Hesitates. “Christopher is sick. It–”

Eddie shoots Buck a knowing look, cutting him off. “So?”

Buck sighs. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be dropping a burden on your shoulders when you already have a sick kid to take care of.”

“First of all, we have a sick kid to take care of,” Eddie points out. “You’re on vomit duty this time. Or did you forget that you owe me one after November First?”

Buck can’t help but laugh at that. “In my defense, I was sick too!”

“You’re thirty years old,” Eddie reminds him. “You should know better than to eat that much Halloween candy in one sitting.”

“Christopher is smart for his age,” Buck points out. “Maybe he’s the one who should’ve known better.”

“Maybe you both need supervision when candy’s involved.”

“Maybe,” Buck concedes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Second of all,” Eddie continues, steering their conversation back on track. “You are never a burden.” His voice is more serious now, more matter-of-fact. He’s not leaving any room for interpretation or argument.

Buck tries anyway. “But–”

“I’m serious.” Eddie squeezes Buck's knee reassuringly. Once. Twice. Three times. “Baby,” he says, his voice soft, gentle. “Please talk to me. Let me help.”

Buck absolutely melts. Between the pet name and the soft look in Eddie’s eyes, he folds almost instantly.

“My parents want to come and stay for a bit,” he says. “My dad texted me last night when we were getting back from the car fire on Wilshire.”

Eddie nods slowly. He makes a valiant effort to hide the disdain that creeps into his expression at Buck’s mention of his parents. He doesn’t quite succeed, but it’s successful in reminding Buck just how much he loves this man. As if he could ever forget.

“How do you feel about that?” Eddie asks, turning back to the road as the light turns green.

Buck shrugs. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see them yet.” He expects the truth to burn on his tongue, but it doesn’t. The sky doesn’t come crashing down on him, the ground doesn’t open up and swallow him whole. Eddie doesn’t give him a disgusted look and tell him he’s a terrible son and an even worse human being for thinking such a thing, let alone saying it out loud.

“No one could fault you for that,” is what Eddie says instead. “You’re still healing.”

Eddie’s response is so simple, so genuine– as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It splits something in Buck’s chest wide open.

“I– I’ve talked to them on the phone a couple of times since their visit last year,” Buck says. He’s been working really hard in therapy, and to their credit, he knows his parents have been trying on their end, too. But still, the thought of seeing them again has uneasiness curling in his gut and anxiety thrumming beneath his skin. “But… I don’t know. In-person is different.”

“Definitely,” Eddie agrees, pulling into the school parking lot. Buck can tell he’s trying his best to push past his own personal grudge against Phillip and Margaret for Buck’s sake, and something about that makes Buck love him even more.

“I– I’m just…” Buck’s voice trails off. He sighs. “I’m not sure what to do.”

Eddie pulls into a visitor’s spot and shifts the truck into park before turning to face Buck properly. “That’s okay,” Eddie assures him. “You don’t have to have all the answers.”

He brushes his thumb over Buck’s jaw, which is when Buck realizes he’s chewing on his bottom lip so hard it’s a miracle he hasn’t drawn blood. He releases it, sighs, and admits, “I wish I did.”

“Can I tell you what you do have?”

Buck nods. There’s not a thing on Earth that Buck could ever deny him. Beyond that, too. Eddie could ask him for a piece of the moon and all the stars in the night sky and Buck would find a way.

“You have great instincts,” Eddie says. “Trust yourself.”

“I distinctly remember you telling me I lack basic survival instincts,” Buck points out.

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly. “Certain instances notwithstanding,” he amends. “You should trust your gut.”

“You also have time,” Eddie continues. “You don’t have to give them an answer yet.”

Buck nods. Eddie’s right. He doesn’t have to rush into a decision– potentially the wrong one– just because some part of him feels like he owes his parents a quick response. He doesn’t owe them much of anything. And he certainly doesn't need to take on discomfort to ease theirs. He knows that. Eddie is quick to remind him any time he forgets.

“And you have a family here who loves you and who will support you no matter what you decide.”

Buck wonders how Eddie does that. How he always knows exactly what to say, exactly how to say it. How he isn’t scared of the darkness that sometimes swirls inside Buck’s mind. How he always manages to ease his way inside, to chase the darkness away and let the light in its place. He’s fearless in the face of the things that bring Buck to his knees and Buck has never loved anyone in the way he loves this man.

“Eddie,” Buck breathes. He’s not sure he could find any more words if he tried.

Eddie’s hand on the side of Buck’s face is a grounding weight, a welcome touch tethering him to this moment and keeping him from floating away or melting into the seat, especially when Eddie tips his chin up, seeking out his gaze, and says, “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Thank you,” Buck says, meeting him for a kiss. They keep it quick, lest they get carried away in the school parking lot about to pick up a vomiting child. “Let’s go,” he says, pulling back and unbuckling his seatbelt. Eddie smiles at him fondly as they get out of the truck.

Five minutes later, Buck is holding the front door of the school open as Eddie carries a very sick, very tired Christopher to the car. Buck knows for a fact that his next 24 hours are going to be filled with vomit and thermometers and disinfectant and reminding Eddie to breathe through his mouth so he doesn’t gag. But they’ll be together. They’ll figure it out together.

There’s nothing in the world that sounds better.

The tension began rising as they headed out of the firehouse and across the parking lot to Buck’s Jeep. Silence stretched between them, hanging heavy in the air as Buck pulled onto the main road.

Around the corner from Eddie’s, he decides he can’t take it anymore. “Okay, what?” he asks, turning to face Eddie as they wait at a red light.

“What?” Eddie asks. Buck can’t help but notice how tired Eddie looks. It was far from the longest or weirdest shift they ever had, and their last call had them back at the station and in their bunks a little after two o’clock. Bobby had sent everyone to wash up and get some sleep as soon as they got back, but the alarm never rang again. Buck had slept straight through until Eddie nudged him awake a few minutes before shift change at seven. He had assumed Eddie had done the same, but he’s wondering now, given the sunken-in circles beneath Eddie’s eyes, if he’s mistaken.

"What ?” Buck echoes, pulling into Eddie’s driveway and parking behind his truck. “What do you mean what? You’ve barely said a word to me in twelve hours.”

He gets out of the car, and it’s possible that he closes the door a little harder than he needs to.

“That’s not true,” Eddie slams his own door, too.

“Yes it is.” Buck’s well aware of how petulant he sounds, but he can’t find it in himself to care. Eddie unlocks the front door, holding it open for Buck before following him inside and closing the door behind them.

Buck doesn’t miss the significance of it. How even when they’re fighting– even if Eddie won’t admit that they’re fighting– Eddie still holds the door for him. He still holds out a hand to take Buck’s coat and hang it up beside his own. He still stomps over to the thermostat and kicks it up two degrees because he knows Buck runs cold.

Not a day goes by when he doesn’t feel like the luckiest man in the world, having the privilege of knowing a love like this.

“You’re mad at me,” Buck says, following Eddie into the kitchen. “Aren’t you?”

He doesn’t mean to sound so needy, so desperate. An older version of himself would hate that, but he’s never felt like he’s had to pretend around Eddie.

Eddie heaves a sigh, opening a cabinet and pulling the can of coffee grounds down. “Drop it, Buck.”

“That’s not a no.”

“Buck,” Eddie warns, stabbing at the buttons on the coffee pot like they’ve personally offended him. As soon as it starts brewing, he opens the dishwasher and starts pulling out clean dishes. Buck starts putting plates away as Eddie reaches for the silverware basket.

“Be careful,” Buck warns, having visions of Eddie accidentally impaling his hand on a fork in his haste.

“Don’t talk to me about being careful after you chased a drunk driver last night,” Eddie shoots back.

There it is.

“I wasn’t in any danger,” he says. He’s not sure why he thinks that line will work on Eddie. It definitely didn’t work on Bobby, who laid into him as soon as they got back to the station.

Eddie scoffs. “What were you thinking?” he demands.

“I don’t know,” Buck says with a noncommittal shrug. He knows Eddie’s not going to like that answer. But he’s not going to lie, either.

“You weren’t thinking!” Eddie all but shouts. “You got on that bike without any regard for your safety.”

Buck hasn’t seen him mad like this in… god, he doesn't even know how long. Maybe since the day he got all broody and finger-pointy in the grocery store during Buck’s lawsuit. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on a little bit. But a quick read of the room determines it’s neither the time nor the place to dig into that a little more.

“My safety?” Buck scoffs. “It’s a bike, Eddie, not an infantry tank.”

“A bike that had already been hit once by the driver you started chasing after!” Eddie argues. “Or did you forget about the broken fibula and the four totaled cars he left in his wake?”

And– well, okay. Eddie has a point there. But it’ll be a cold day in hell when Buck gives him the satisfaction. “It’s not a big deal,” he insists.

“Not a big deal,” Eddie echoes. “Not a big deal? You could have died!”

“But I didn’t,” Buck points out.

“But you could have. And then what?” All the fight is gone from Eddie’s voice. He looks absolutely destroyed.

It’s now, in the light of the morning, that Buck notices just how heavy the circles beneath Eddie’s eyes are, confirming his suspicions that he hadn’t slept much last night– if at all. His hair is sticking out, broken free from its gelled-down hold more than it’s ever been at the end of shift. Buck’s never been a betting man, but he’d put every penny to his name down on odds that Eddie spent much of the night pulling at his hair, tugging on it in the way he tends to when big feelings swell up inside him like waves at high tide, threatening to consume him.

Touch has always been Eddie’s anchor, the thing that grounds him when his mind starts to drift away. He needs to feel something, feel grounded. It makes sense to Buck that Eddie tugs at his own hair when it all gets to be too much. But he’d be lying if he said there wasn't a pang of guilt in his chest knowing that he’s partly to blame.

It hits twice as hard when he thinks about how he spent his night— sleeping soundly in the next bunk, without a clue that Eddie was lying awake beside him, his sleep held hostage by his own thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says. There are silent promises in his apology, unsaid vows behind the two small words. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry.

Eddie knows. Buck can tell from the way his face softens, the way that tears fill his eyes as he holds Buck’s gaze. Eddie knows.

“I– I can’t,” Eddie begins. “I can’t lose you. Okay? I–”

Buck nods, cutting him off and pulling him into a hug. “I know,” he murmurs. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t lose you,” Eddie says again, his words muffled against Buck’s neck.

Buck takes a long, deep breath. He holds Eddie close, presses three tiny kisses to the top of his head, and makes the one promise he knows isn’t his to keep.

“You won’t.”

Eddie’s voice is the first thing he hears.

He’s not sure where he is, or why everything feels so heavy. He can’t lift his arms. Can’t open his eyes. Something’s beeping steadily in the background. But everything’s okay. Eddie’s here.

“You’re gonna be okay, Buck,” Eddie says. His voice is wobbly. Unsteady in a way it never is. “You’re gonna wake up.” He clears his throat. Sniffles.

It sounds like he’s been crying, and something about that has Buck feeling like his heart might split in two.

“You’re gonna wake up,” Eddie repeats. “You’re gonna wake up and you’re gonna talk to me about psychedelic fish off the coast of Indonesia and the newest moon they found in Jupiter’s orbit and the chances of being struck by lightning. You’re gonna be fine, baby.”

“I’m not gonna lose you,” Eddie says, brushing Buck’s hair back and letting his hand linger, cupping the side of his face gently. “You promised.”

Buck registers the weight of Eddie’s hand in his own, their fingers laced together.

It takes all of his strength, everything he has. But he squeezes.

Once. Twice. Three times.

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sluttyhenley · 2 years

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Rating: Explicit (eventual)

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Buck loves hockey. He loves the sound his skates make as they cut across the ice, the clack of the stick as he drives the puck over the rink. He loves the way it makes his muscles burn, the sweat soaking through his gear, the way his breathing comes harder. He feels alive on the ice, in a way he doesn’t anywhere else in his life. He also loves the competition, the exhilaration that comes with sending the puck past the goalie and into the net, the cheers from the crowd when he scores. Buck hasn’t scored once this entire game.

Buck is one of the best players on his team. Eddie Diaz is a newer player on an expansion team that shouldn't have gotten into the playoffs. Buck won't ever forgive him for that, especially since it came at the price of Buck's own team falling out of the running. But he's going to have to figure out how to work with him anyway.

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🎃vinny's 2023 whumptober event🎃

hi my darlings!! welcome to whumptober! this entire event is going to be 18+ so minors back off. i'm serious. this event contains heavy topics and i encourage you to read with discretion. if you read the warnings and decide that you can not handle the content, you will not hurt my feelings if you choose to skip it. protect your own peace. if you read something and find a topic i missed please please please reach out to me and let me know. i want to make sure people are properly prepared and know what they are reading!

if you want to be tagged and haven't filled out the form you can do so here -> vinny's whumptober taglist

day 1: bloody knuckles

-> Bloodstained Sandbags - eddie diaz x reader

day 2: overworked / insomnia / exhaustion

-> Off the Clock – charlie young x reader

day 3: overstimulation

-> I Just Need Quiet – jake seresin x sarah grant

day 4: hiding an injury / betrayal / lying

-> Hidden Gems – rhett abbott x reader

day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

-> This Is How It Feels – beau simpson x daughter!reader

day 6: forced to hurt someone

-> Just a Little Guidance – tim bradford x reader

day 7: disowned by family

-> The Family I Chose - natasha trace x reader

day 8: panic attacks

-> Last in the Flock – bradley bradshaw x duckie bradshaw (twin sister!reader)

day 9: scar reveal

-> When Sharks Attack – evan buckley x reader

day 10: bullied

-> Family Legacy – rhett abbott x sister!reader

day 11: fainting / adrenaline

-> Highs and Lows – charlie young x reader

day 12: character death

-> A Sibling’s Promise - peter parker x sister!reader

day 13: grief

-> Don’t Leave Your Wingman – pete mitchell x kazansky!reader

day 14: bleeding through the bandage / field medicine

-> Rookie Mistake – tim bradford x rookie!reader

day 15: experimentation

-> Pin Cushion – albert wesker x reader

day 16: amputation / hospital

-> tbd – tim bradford x reader

day 17: heat stroke / “you look a little pale”

-> Hazed Gaze – walt finnegan x reader

day 18: fever / vomiting / warm soup

-> Mama's Don't Get Sick Days – mickey garcia x reader

day 19: left behind / “why wasn’t i enough”

-> Past Pursuits – bob floyd x y/n rogers (lt. rogers)

day 20: dehumanization

-> tbd – walt finnegan x reader

day 21: blood loss / shock / near death experience

-> tbd – bradley bradshaw

day 22: whipping / punishment / stress position

-> tbd – jake seresin x ncis!reader

day 23: begging / forced to watch

-> Chasing Ghosts – eddie diaz x reader

day 24: failed escape / hunted down / too exhausted to keep running

-> tbd – bucky barnes x reader

day 25: stalked

-> Parasocial – mickey garcia x youtuber!reader

day 26: non-consensual touching

-> tbd – rhett abbott x reader

day 27: forgotten / locked away / immortal

-> tbd – pete mitchell x reader

day 28: whumpee hair pulling / oxygen deprivation / sweating

-> tbd – bob floyd x reader

day 29: bargaining

-> Don’t Take the Girl – tom kazansky x reader

day 30: coma

-> tbd – nick bradshaw x reader

day 31: crying

-> tbd – tim bradford x reader

#vinny's whumptober #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #9 1 1 #the rookie #resident evil #whumptober 2023 #ailesswhumptober2023 #whump #angst

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Here is my 9-1-1 masterlist!! Minors: do NOT interact with the smut. Anything with a * has smut

Evan “Buck” Buckley x Eddie Diaz x Ember Nash (OC):

*Fireworks and Firefighters: ao3 / tumblr

Ember’s info:

character sheet - coming soon!

her tag

#911 #911 oc #ember nash #evan buck buckley x eddie diaz x oc #justbeingbuck masterlist

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anon911andbuddie · 3 years

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Angsty Prompt: Buck and Maddie never talk about their parents. It's because their parents are like super rich and never had time for them. Buck gets invited to a BIG FANCY PARTY and the team finds out. The next few weeks are filled with jokes like "Can you buy me a house rich boy?" and things like that. Buck gets really upset thinking that's all they care about. The team showing and telling him that he is more than that.

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Two Sides (Of The Same Coin)

Buck was ready to drop. Between the past month being filled with training and firefighting, he hadn’t had much time to himself or the Diaz boys. Buck dragged himself through the bay doors, straight from his reservist training for the SEALs because he was a glutton for punishment and hadn’t thought to ask for the day off.

Buck got dressed quickly, walking quickly up the stairs to the loft. “Running late today, Buckley,” Chim asked.

Buck rolled his eyes, flipping Chim the bird. Chim had no idea why he was late and he honestly shouldn’t be as smug about it as he is. “Nice of you to join us,” Bobby teased lightly.

“Always happy to be here, Cap,” Buck sassed.

Taking a seat next to Eddie, the man placed a hand lightly on his knee. It was their silent communication asking if the other was alright. Buck nodded lightly. “Hey, Buck. You got a fancy looking letter,” Hen called as she came in with the mail. “Got a hot date,” she asked.

Buck stood up slowly, muscles aching as he walked over to Hen. “No. Who’s it from?”

Hen turned the letter over, “uh, Margaret and Phillip Buckley...oh, are those your parents,” a light went off in Hen’s eyes as Buck hurried the rest of the way over to her.

“Give me that-”

The letter got tossed to Chim who immediately opened it as Buck rushed towards him. “We would formally like to-”

The letter was passed back to Hen before Buck could get to Chim, “-invite you to the Annual Buckley Gala this 5th of February-”

“-at the Buckley Estate in Los Angeles, California. All proceeds will go to-”

Buck snatched the letter from Chim, face red from both embarrassment and exhaustion. “Now that I think about it, Maddie got a letter like that before I left today. Same envelope, at least.”

“Sounds like your family is rich, Mr. Evan Buckley,” Hen wiggled her eyebrows.

“Shut it, both of you,” Buck threatened.

Hen and Chim shared a look and that is how Buck’s day was filled with rich jokes and uncomfortable questions from the two. By the time Buck could head home, he was far more exhausted than he’d ever been. Picking up his phone as he sat in his Jeep, Buck dialed Maddie’s number. She picked up in three rings. Without giving her a chance to speak, Buck was starting, “Chim and everyone knows about Mom and Dad. I got a letter today at the station and they read it. It was inviting me to the stupid gala they hold every year. Apparently it’s in LA this year.”

It was quiet for a moment, “yeah, I got a letter too. I just threw it out.” She sighed, “thanks for telling me. Are you-”

“No, I’m not going to their fucking party. That’s pretty much all they cared about when we were kids,” Buck rolled his eyes.

“Why did they send it to the station?”

“I never gave them my current address. I didn’t want any contact with them.”

“I’m sorry, Evan,” she sighed.

“Me too, the rich jokes just kept coming today.”

“I’ll talk to Howie.”

“Don’t worry about it. No harm.”

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Three Weeks Later

Buck had been pulled in for a last minute training session for the reservists, really pushing his limits. Buck was just so tired. “Buck, you have visitors,” Bobby called from the railing.

“Changing,” he replied. “Be up soon!”

There was a few seconds of silence before he heard the voices of two people he had wanted to put in his past. “It’s not nice to keep your guests waiting, Evan,” his mother called.

Buck straightened and turned to look at his parents. Why were they here? “What, uh, what are you doing here,” he asked as he noticed his coworkers standing at the railing of the loft.

“You never RSVP’d for the Gala, we had to make sure you were coming,” his father stated, ever posh in his dry cleaned and freshly pressed suit.

“Maybe I didn’t RSVP because I wasn’t planning on coming,” Buck replied as he turned to get dressed again.

He got his work shirt on before either of his parents spoke again. “Madeline decided she wasn’t coming and we need one of you there considering we’re in the same city as both of our children, it would look bad if at least one of them wasn’t there with us.”

Buck scoffed, turning back to his parents, “maybe you should have thought of that before you chose to focus on your money and parties instead of your children. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a job to do.”

His parents didn’t let him pass and Buck barely held back rolling his eyes at his parents. “The proceeds of the party are going to Veterans who need assistance after coming back from war. Considering your service, I thought you would want to be involved. You could even wear your uniform if you wanted,” his father pressed, “we might even get more donations because of it.”

This was not a conversation he wanted to have in front of his crew. He never wanted his crew to meet his parents. And the thing is, Buck knew he couldn’t say no now that his parents told him the cause they were donating the money to. Buck bit his lip, “one condition to me coming to your Gala...you meet whatever gets donated. If you make $500,000 then you give $500,000 of your own money to the cause.”

Margaret and Phillip shared a look. A small nod from Phillip and Margaret gave him a tight smile, “Of course, Darling. We’ll match the donation.”

Buck ran a hand down his face as his parents turned and walked out of the station. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself.

Buck slowly made his way up the stairs of the firehouse and took a deep breath. “Why do they think you wearing your work uniform will help their charity get more money,” Chim asked as he munched on an apple.

Buck glared at Chim, his eyes telling the man that this was a conversation they weren’t having. Eddie was kind enough not to question him as he handed him a coffee mug. “Firefighting is way different from serving your country across seas, your parents know that, right,” Hen asked.

Buck bit his lip as he walked away from the group. They didn’t know. He’d never told them...it never came up...but it hurt that they assumed that ‘by his service’ meant his time as a firefighter and not actually serving his country...having gone overseas and seen things he’ll never unsee.

Chim snickered, “the posh elites probably won’t know the difference.”

Buck’s cup slammed on the kitchen island, coffee spilling out, but he didn’t care about that. “Are you done,” he snarled.

“Whoa,” he held his hands up, “just a bit of teasing.”

“I’d fucking appreciate it if you stopped. You don’t-” He was cut off by the alarm blaring through the station. He didn’t think he could last the whole shift with Chim an Hen.

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Two Weeks Later

Placing his fatigues in the locker, Buck didn’t pay them much mind. He’d get off with just enough time to be fashionably late to his parent’s gala. “You got a fancy suit in there,” Hen asked as she sidled up to him.

Buck sighed. Hen and Chim hadn’t let up much in their teasing. “Something like that,” he stated as he shut the locker.

“I can’t wait until the end of shift. Evan Buckley in a fancy suit...we don’t get to see that much,” she continued.

Much of the afternoon was spent going out on very few calls. That meant there was more time for Chim and Hen to rib him on his night at the ‘fancy smancy gala’. Eventually Eddie stepped in, telling them to back off as Buck’s mood soured more and more.

The last call that the crew went on was a monster, leaving Buck feeling more tired than he had in months. Quickly showering, he began to get ready for the gala. His replacement for the night was already there and ready for the next call, meaning Buck could leave whenever he was ready. Looking at the clock, he was already late to the gala...and Buck thought about just not going...but his parents would make good on their deal. They would match whatever was donated...and Buck wanted to make sure that happened.

Buck got dressed quickly, taking a moment to fix his hair before making sure everything was in place. Grabbing his duffle, Buck was looking to make a speedy exit. “And there he-” Chim cut himself off as he looked at Buck’s attire.

“You-” Hen started.

Buck looked down at the fatigues and back to his crew. He had no time to explain this now. “Yes, I serve my country. Yes this is what I’m wearing to the gala. No, it’s not fake. I’ll see you next shift,” he called out as he hurried out the bay doors.

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Three Days Later

Buck had sat in his Jeep longer than intended. He was working up the courage to walk into the station for his next shift. The gala had been more or less a success. A grand total of six million dollars being given to multiple veteran charities. He’d smiled and played the part of the happy son who served his country. He had politely declined numbers of men and women that were in attendance of the party. As soon as he could get out of there, he did. It was only a letter sent to Maddie that let him know how much money had been raised.

Buck finally sighed and pushed himself to go into the station. He gripped his duffle tightly as if it could shield him from the others. Eddie was in the locker room when he came in. Quietly, the man stood up and gave a smile to Buck. He put his arms around Buck’s shoulders and pulled him into a hug, “I’m proud of you.”

Buck gave him a confused look when they pulled apart. “Uh, why?”

“I know you didn’t want to go to that party, but you did to help others who’ve served their country. I’m proud of you.”

Buck blushed, hand going to the back of his neck, “I mean...anyone would have done the same.”

“No, some really wouldn’t have.”

Buck didn’t say anything as they made their way to the kitchen for breakfast. It was quiet for a while before Chim spoke, “I’m sorry for all the teasing I put you through this last month. It got out of hand.”

“We never meant for it to hurt you...seeing your face when you left to go to the gala...I’m sorry that we hurt you,” Hen stated.

Buck cleared his throat. “Nothing to be sorry for. You tease me relentlessly about everything else, why wouldn’t that have been the same?”

“But you told us to stop and we should have.”

Buck shrugged, “maybe. Doesn’t really matter. The past is the past.”

It was quiet again before Hen looked at him hesitantly, “can we-can we ask about…”

Buck stared at his plate of food before nodding. “I enlisted right after I graduated from high school. I wanted to get as far away from Hershey as possible. My parents were never really there for me or Maddie so, it wasn’t like they’d miss me. They only ever really contact me when they need to look good in front of their friends I mean...what family doesn’t look good with a soldier in the family right?” Buck rolled his eyes. “I went through SEAL training, was active for six years before I was put in the reserves. Every month I do one to six training sessions with other reservists. My enlistment ends in another year and I’ll be retired...but if something were to pop up, up until then I could be put back on active duty.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Buck looked Chim directly in the eye and raised an eyebrow, “would you have honestly believed me? If I just told you one day while we were playing pool that I served in the military, would you have believed me? You haven’t taken me seriously since I joined the firehouse.”

“Buck-”

“No, everyone thinks I’m some dumb reckless kid that you all have to put up with. You think I’m exhausting and idiotic. Turns out that I’m actually pretty smart! That recklessness is actually hardwired problem solving in impossible situations because that was what was trained in me! I’m idiotic because SEALs are fucking crazy. We let ourselves be drowned to build up a resistance, we go through crazy training exercises for any extreme case scenario because we can be sent into anything. But if I had told you any of this without ‘proof’ you wouldn’t have believed me.”

“Why did you tell me you didn’t go through with the SEALs when you actually did,” Bobby asked.

Buck took a long look at Bobby before shrugging. “I don’t know. I guess it felt...safe to say that. I saw and did a lot of things that...it was just better if I...I wanted to forget,” Buck ended up whispering. “I didn’t want you to look at me like some monster or-or some war hero. I wanted a fresh start. I didn’t want to think about over there...everything that happened. So, it was easier to lie to you than tell the truth.”

“But we can’t forget what happens over there. We signed up for it and we did our best, Buck. It always follows you home...you know that if it ever gets to be too much, you can come to me, right,” Eddie asked quietly.

Buck nodded, not meeting Eddie’s eyes, “yeah, yeah. I know. Uh, can we-can we talk about something else now?”

“Did you see the game on Tuesday?”

“No, I missed it, what happened?”

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because-i-am-barely-even-human · 3 years

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Not exactly crossover, just supernatural world of Teen Wolf exists in 9-1-1

118 + extended family knows about supernatural stuff

werewolf!Eddie, human!Buck, harbinger of death!Christopher, emissary!Maddie

Buck got possessed by the Nogitsune during the recovery from ladder truck accident. He was already emotionally vulnerable, everyone sort of forgot about him and were busy with their own lives to check on Buck. They didn’t see that he was spiraling. Well, Eddie did, but his idea of help missed its mark by a mile, meaning: shoving your kid on the friend who is clearly mentally straggling with trauma is not gonna magically cure the depression. Buck was barely holding on.

Then the tsunami happened and every bit of his fragile defenses was gone. Evan was in a dark place. At night, when the nightmares were at its worst, he was fighting against something. It was like screaming for help but nobody heard. Except someone did. Or rather something.

Buck started to notice that he was losing some time. At first it was a few hours, then it was days. Waking up in a strange places was a new level of terrifying. Trouble reading. Something was clearly wrong. Every time he tried to talk with someone about it he blanked out, then came to his senses in different place. It wasn’t safe anywhere.

One time he woke up with distinct and frankly disturbing urge to eviscerate Christopher’s English teacher, Ms Flores. He only met her once during parent-teacher conference, which neither Eddie nor Carla were able to attend. Buck wasn’t impressed with the attitude, something felt fake about her. Sure, he didn’t like her. But to this extent? Is it his own thoughts? Unclear.

Someone (something) was talking to him in his dreams (nightmares). Reaching out. Why is it smells like rot in here? Evan is sure he’s straight up losing his mind.

Maddie is worried about her brother. He is distancing himself. Her phone calls go to voicemail. He’s not home when she tries to visit. No one has any idea what Buck is doing these days, not like they actually asked. Maddie is angry with the team’s dismissal of her worries. Buck is just recovering, they say, he needs some time, Bobby says, he’ll come around, Hen softly assures, Buck's a big boy, Chimney laughs. Eddie, though, is silent.

The searching spell is not working on Buck. It’s like he’s not here. She doesn’t know what to think of it.

Eddie haven't seen Buck since the day after the tsunami. At first it was because he was busy with Christopher’s therapy and night terrors, then he just couldn’t catch him. It was like Buck was avoiding him. They talked on a phone, yes, usually when Christopher needed him, but that’s it. No physical signs of Buck. Maddie was worried too. And the scent around Buck’s place was weird… disturbing. A mixture of earth, dust and pain.

What’s going on?

Christopher started hearing things, not sure what that means.

Where the hell is Buck?

Maddie hadn’t seen him in days.

The school called. Ana Flores, Christopher’s English teacher is missing.

Someone called him at night. There was just breathing. No. Crying..?

Evan?

They need to find him.

If someone's interested in writing this, please tag me when you're done.

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tawaifeddiediaz · 4 years

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Hey! This is part two in my series, settle that you can read on AO3! You don’t need to read the first part to understand this one, but there are a few references to that one in this part.

This one focuses on dissociation and PTSD-nightmares, so please be cautious! The trigger warnings are below:

TW: PTSD-mentions, flashbacks, dissociation descriptions, descriptions of anxiety, lingering anxiety, descriptions of panic, mention of minor character death (NOT AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER), descriptions of injuries

Word Count: 2954

[AO3 Link]

Entire work under the cut:

There was dust.

Eddie panted hard, tongue thick in his mouth as he ducked through a shielded cave to protect his cargo against the barricade of shots that were being slung their way. Around him, the piercing sounds of rifles ricocheted through the air, swiping through the hefty current.

The dust covered everything, including his eyes. He swiped an impatient hand over them as he rustled through his pack, working as fast as he could while ignoring the burn. The weapons he was mandated to carry felt cold and heavy against his skin, even through the blistering heat and several layers of uniform. Later, it would be one of the things that he’d work on for months to prevent himself from getting triggered.

Shawn let out a gritted sound of agony as Eddie turned him from his stomach onto his side and cut his uniform away to take a better look at the hole in his lower limb. He’d been shot clean through the thigh, and thankfully there wasn’t a bullet to dig out in the field.

The worst part of it was that the bullet had nicked his femoral artery, the main blood vessel that provided major blood supply to the thigh and leg. As a result, blood soaked through the surrounding fabric too, rushing too fast for it to properly clot. He’d have to plug it.

The thing about being an army medic was that you couldn’t afford three seconds to think about what to do next; you only had the time and sense to make one decision and pray it was the right one. Eddie had no time to think, not when he could sense enemies across the war zone. If it came to it, he’d have to leave Shawn to defend the post.

“Just do it, Diaz.” Shawn’s teeth were clenched tightly. Eddie’s fingers worked quickly and steadily to pull out gauze from the pack. He quickly pressed a cloth to Shawn’s mouth to keep him silent as Eddie pushed the gauze into the wound.

The entire thing probably didn’t take more than thirty seconds, but they were those thirty seconds that would brand themselves into his mind forever. He could hear Shawn’s screams of pain as if they were right in his ear, but despite it, Eddie kept at it.

Shawn and him had been friends since boot camp. They’d enlisted together, trained together, got posted together and re-enlisted together. Now here the pair of them were, Eddie trying his best to save Shawn’s leg from having to be amputated completely. Plugging the wound was the only option they had to make sure he didn’t develop an infection that’d lead to amputation.

“Listen, if I don’t...there’s a letter in my bunk. For Millie.” Shawn’s words were ragged with pain but they were determined. He forced Eddie to look at him, the latter only now realizing that his vision had blurred from tears.

“You’re going to make it, asshole.” As Shawn coughed, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at the blood dripping from his mouth.

“Wait-” He turned the rest of Shawn’s body so the man was lying on his back, only to note with a dreadful sinking that there was a bullet stuck in his chest wall as well, the red wetness having been concealed by the brown dust that caked them. “How did I not-”

“This isn’t your fault. I hid it from you.” Shawn said weakly, holding up his hand. Eddie’s vision tunneled with rage and panic as he realized that his friend had kept his hand placed over the injury. He’d been hiding the wound from him and because there was no exit wound, the spread of blood wasn’t as noticeable as the one in his thigh.

“Are you fucking insane?” Eddie barked, already moving to do something about it. Tweezers, patches, disinfectants, etc.

“It punctured a lung, Diaz. You can’t heal this in the field. Not with people closing in on us.” The two men kept their voices at a whisper but sweat dripped down Eddie’s spine once he heard footsteps that sounded far too close for comfort. “You need to stop them from coming in here; I don’t want to die not being able to defend myself against them. Please, Eddie.”

They were inching towards them.

With a long line of curses and his heart pounding faster in his chest, Eddie gripped his M4 rifle tight and pushed away from his friend. He inched along the back of the wall, Shawn’s laboured breathing echoing loudly in his mind.

He’d hardly taken note of the gun being pointed at him and the unfamiliar uniform before he was firing off two shots that hit the mark, still concealed by the barrier.

The sickening thump of the bodies hitting the ground was yet another sound filed away in his mind, one that would echo loudly in his mind for all the years to come.

Eddie’s eyes flew open from the nightmare, and he threw himself off the bed, breathing hard. His entire body was shaking and trembling, absolutely sure that he was still in Afghanistan. The tremors that wracked his body felt like they were making the entire house shake as he cowered on the floor.

All around him he could hear gunfire, grenades being set off, the drag of wheels on sand, the scratch of their combat boots against the ground. There was a weight on his back that felt suspiciously like the rifle he’d fired off.

The only difference was Buck’s voice. Eddie clung to the sound and tried to dispel the hell that coated his mind.

“Eddie, can you hear me?” He followed the sound to see a hazy silhouette in the doorway. It took him a second to realize that the haziness was from his vision completely blocked by the tears that weren’t stopping. “Can I come closer to you?”

He may have been out of it, but he knew that the shadow belonged to Buck. His Buck, the man who made his and his son’s life complete. His Buck, who was waiting carefully at the door so his proximity didn’t trigger Eddie even more so.

In an action that was uncharacteristic for him, Eddie let a choked sob fall from his lips as he reached out for the younger man with both hands, just like a child. Instantly, Buck was on the ground with him, pressing his hands against Eddie’s shoulders to keep him from dissociating completely.

“Eddie, I need you to focus on me, okay? You are in Los Angeles, in your home.” His voice sounded like they were underwater as he spoke softly to him. Briefly, Eddie wondered if the liquid rushing through his ears was actually water instead of blood, threatening to drag him under.

“Buck.” The syllable came out strangled. Eddie channeled his mind to focus on the heat of Buck’s palms instead of the heat of the desert. His sleep shirt stuck to his skin in patches.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Deep breaths.” Buck modeled a pattern for him, and Eddie tried his best to follow it, even though it felt like he was choking on invisible dust. His mouth and nose felt as dry as the sand that had whipped around them, just as Shawn’s life had bled out in his hands.

Eddie had had to protect him. He couldn’t have let his friend die unable to defend himself, when the enemy was so close to confronting both of them. Shawn held his pride and honor above all else, and faced with two decisions, he’d had to make the one Shawn had encouraged him to.

He’d been the one to personally deliver Shawn’s letter to his wife. Millie had taken it gracefully, without any hint of blame for Eddie not being able to save her husband. She knew her husband, she had known that he would die with his honor intact. Her words that day went a long way in helping Eddie forgive himself.

"Shawn served his country with everything he had, and I know you did your absolute best to save him, Eddie. This isn't your fault. I am proud of him, and of you."

Yet...

It didn’t help the heavy weight of guilt that weighed him down every time he looked back on his Army days. Not even the convoy he’d been faced with pressed so heavily on his mind as losing Shawn had, and that wasn’t because he’d personally known the man. It was because he’d taken a choice that led to Shawn’s death.

“There’s blood here.” Eddie raised his hands to the man in front of him, taking note of the trembling in his fingers. His hands looked red to him, blackened blood crusted under and around his fingernails. There was soot that coated the veins that held his life. “There’s blood here.”

The repeated sentence came out frantic and almost like a scream. “There’s blood here, Buck, get it off me, Buck.” He was sobbing hysterically now, scrubbing at his own hands with his nails and scratching patterns into the skin.

Buck caught his wrists gently. From somewhere that Eddie didn’t quite understand, the younger man started cleaning his hands patiently with a cold wipe. The initial surprise was enough to pull Eddie from the initial hysteria.

That one imagery was enough for Eddie to focus on as he cried freely, eyes tracking the wipe that was cleaning the flashback away from him. His harsh breathing and whimpers resonated through the room, along with Buck’s comforting murmurs.

“Look, all clean.” Buck traced his own hands over Eddie’s, the touch cleansing this much at least. "Can I pick you up?"

Eddie gave a jerky nod, not even giving a second thought to the possibility that he might be heavy. The younger man gathered Eddie's trembling body in his arms, easily lifting him back to the bed. Buck sat right in front of him, giving Eddie his space.

“Buck.” He repeated. He clawed at his pants, now feeling the burn of scar tissue on his hip. He’d been caught in the line of fire but the bullet had only grazed his hip enough to leave a slightly raised scar.

Now, that scar was burning as if he’d just been shot. “Buck, I’ve been shot. Buck, look at this, I’m bleeding.”

Desperation and mania painted his tone red and black, his anxiety skyrocketing as he looked at the scar. He didn’t see the now-healed skin, he saw a deep wound of a slash through the flesh.

Buck responded quickly to the flashback. Gentle fingers on Eddie’s jaw helped bring Eddie’s attention away from his hip.

“You are at home.” His words were firm, urging. “Can you describe your surroundings to me?”

Eddie’s mind felt murky, the flashback clinging to him like cobwebs. Ironic, because cobwebs would've symbolized an untouched memory, but this was a recurring one, one that his mind somehow couldn't stop relieving over and over again.

Yet, he tried to answer Buck’s question, keeping his eyes on the man he knew he loved just as much as he loved his son.

“They’re blue. Grey sometimes too. When you’re happy, they’re a bright blue.” Buck looked slightly confused but as soon as he realized what Eddie was talking about, he went with the flow.

“What about when I’m mad?”

“They look like hurricanes.” Eddie lifted a shaking hand to trace Buck’s birthmark. “A storm that would wreck everything in its path.”

“What about when I’m worried?” Just like that, Buck ran through a list of emotions with him, each slipping a piece of him back into place and by the time they’d hit the emotion of excitement, Eddie had finally managed to shake off the flashback.

The relieved look on Buck’s face told him that he saw the alertness in Eddie’s exhausted eyes. Eddie closed his eyes as he rested his forehead on Buck’s chest.

The hours in the gym were clearly paying off because Buck’s sheer size made Eddie feel protected. His broad shoulders swamped Eddie's figure completely, hiding him from all the demons that had seized him tonight. Eddie buried his face in Buck’s shirt, trying to hide away from the noises that were still echoing in his head as a result of the lingering anxiety.

Buck’s lips fluttered over his head tentatively, taking all of his attention with the action and silencing his mind. As his heart settled back into its normal rhythm and his breathing returned to normal, Eddie moved his arms so they draped around Buck’s waist.

He remembered Buck in this position from a few weeks ago, how he’d buried his face into Eddie’s stomach as if he could live there. Now it was Buck’s fingers smoothing the bumps of his spine, his arms clutching him closer as Eddie slumped against him.

Safe.

That was the word Buck had used nearly three weeks ago. Three weeks of them exploring the tormenting energy that had plagued them ever since Eddie’s first day at the station two years ago. Three weeks of them learning to find a new middle ground, where their emotional safety wasn’t compromised in any given way. They'd been healing on their own for so long, but now that they had each other...it was the final five-percent to the finish line.

Buck made him feel safe too.

“You okay?” Buck asked after a while, the poorly-concealed worry jumping out. Eddie didn’t know how much time had passed, but it sure felt like hours.

“I am now.” His voice felt like it was being sliced across a grater.

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not tonight.” Eddie didn’t usually talk about his nightmares right after them, because it was much more likely that he’d get pulled right back into another flashback. They were conversations for his therapy sessions or for the morning-after. True to his nature, Buck let Eddie take what he needed but didn’t push him. “Where’d you go?”

“I was with Christopher, remember?” Christopher had insisted that Buck sleep over in his room tonight. “I heard you moving around and came to check on you.”

He hated that he’d taken Buck from his sleep. As if reading his thoughts, Buck added, “I wasn’t asleep, I’d just gone to the bathroom.”

Eddie hummed, the two of them falling silent. Blissfully, his recovery time from the flashbacks had lessened after taking to his PTSD therapist. Before, it’d take hours for him to fall back to sleep, but now, he could usually manage to talk himself down in enough time to get a few more hours in. And when Buck was there, it was always easier. “Where did the wipes come from?”

“I kept them in here after last time.” His boyfriend stated the words simply, as if it weren’t a big deal. But to Eddie, they meant the world to have this man with a heart of pure gold care so thoroughly for him. He lifted his head from where it was buried in Buck’s torso to press a kiss of gratitude to the corner of the other man’s mouth, his vision blurring again. “Thank you, mi vida.”

Buck smiled at him, eyes soft and dark in the light. Just like Eddie did to soothe him, he slipped his fingers into Eddie’s hair comfortingly, kissing him lightly. Eddie lowered his head back to his shoulder, eyes slipping closed at the inviting hearth.

"Have you come back to me?" Buck asked quietly, in the bubble that surrounded the two of them.

"I will always come back to you." He replied honestly. The truth felt like it was yanked straight from his heart to present to Buck on a golden platter.

"And I will always wait for you." Buck sifted through the longer strands that had tangled themselves with sweat. "Whatever you were seeing, you have survived it, you got through it and made yourself stronger. And I am so proud of you for doing it."

The weight on Eddie's chest eased with each word laced in naked honesty. Not having the energy to lift his head again, he left a placating kiss of appreciation on the spot right above his heart.

“Tell me a story.” Eddie whispered sleepily as he shifted in his position.

Buck’s chest rumbled with relieved laughter as he positioned the two of them so they were laying back in the bed, arms still tight around one another. Eddie lay sprawled on top of the other man who was still cradling him to his torso.

It was just like Buck to easily take all the weight Eddie couldn’t carry anymore. The one person he could always lean on, without any conditions.

“One Christmas, during one of my parents’ annual parties, a friend and I were in charge of setting up the refreshment table. Naturally, a Christmas table had to have eggnog, right? So, we decided to sneak a mugful each.”

“Are you telling me you got drunk underage?” Eddie’s lips curved into a slight smile as he imagined a teenage Evan Buckley sneaking a Santa-decorated mug filled with the sweet liquid.

“We didn’t mean to.” Buck defended himself. “We had no idea that it was spiked at all, let alone so strongly. Then later, we ended up not even attending the party because we were so drunk.”

Now that Eddie came to think of it, he’d never seen Buck drunk before. He voiced this right now, tone heavy and eyelids drooping with exhaustion.

As sleep loomed over him, he heard Buck snort just as a large hand smoothed over the back of his head, fingers carding protectively through dark strands. “Trust me, you’re not missing anything.”

He hummed in response as his world went blissfully dark.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #tw: minor death mentions #tw: ptsd #tw: flashbacks #tw: dissociation #tw: descriptions of anxiety and panic #tw: descriptions of injuries #911 fic #buddie fic #911onfox #911 on fox

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nurse-buckley · 7 months

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Whumptober Day One - Swooning

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Prompt: Swoon

Word Count: 1,034

Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Chimney Han, Bobby (mentioned)

Pairing: firefam x reader

Warnings: minor mentions of injuries and medical squicks - secretions, eye stuff etc. Minor mentions of blood. Nothing too descriptive.

Summary: everyone in healthcare has their squicks! Written for the prompt ‘Swoon’ for Day One of @whumptober

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr

Authors notes: I told myself I would be better this year and write stuff ahead or in the day but here I am 11 minutes before midnight posting this. All mistakes are my own, this is a dumb little fic but it's a warm up. Can we go 31/31 this year?

You had always prided yourself on having a strong stomach when it came to being a paramedic. Dislocations? Easy. Blood, vomit and other bodily fluids? Didn’t phase you in the slightest. At one point during your training you thought you had no squicks and prided yourself on it until one day you encountered a particularly gruesome injury where you were called out to a factory to a worker with a foreign object in the eye. As soon as you saw the patient you felt the blood drain from your face and the next thing you knew you were on the floor surrounded by your colleagues’ concerned faces.

Thankfully, since joining the 118 you hadn’t come across any injuries of that sort. No one knew about your past dealings with it and for all you knew you had outgrown that response, after all you were new to the job and still in training on that last encounter. That was, however, until today.

The team had been dispatched to a medical call in a quiet suburban neighborhood. You hadn’t gotten a lot of detail from dispatch, just that the wife was clearly distressed and the husband had some sort of facial injury. When you arrived on scene, Bobby ordered you and Chim to assess the patient while he calmed down the wife and Buck and Eddie were on crowd control and were there as an extra set of hands.

There was a man on the floor, clutching his hand to his face, blood seeping through his fingers and clearly in distress. Chim knelt by the man’s side as you opened the kit and rummaged for supplies to stem the bleeding. You weren’t prepared for what happened next as the man lifted his hand away from his face. The sight made your stomach churn.

Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to maintain your composure and keep your mind focussed on the job at hand as Chim began his assessment, asking questions and reassuring the man. Unable to hold back any longer and feeling the nausea rising and your vision tunnelling you had to excuse yourself before you made a scene.

“Hey Chim, can you take over for a minute? I just need to grab something from the ambulance.”

Thankfully, Chim didn’t seem to notice your response, too engaged with the patient to have noticed your reaction. He nods, easily taking over as you hurried away from the scene towards the safety of the ambulance, attempting to keep your breathing under control.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you try to calm yourself down and get the images out of your head. The memories of the scene you’d just encountered mixing with the memories of your training days. Your stomach twisted again in response.

Unbeknownst to you, Buck and Eddie had seen you move away from the scene and towards the ambulance. They didn’t miss how unsteady you were on your feet as you placed a hand on the side of the ambulance to steady yourself. The pair exchanged worried glances before they made their way over to your side to check if you were okay.

You’re so focused on keeping yourself upright and taking deep breaths that you barely hear Buck and Eddie approaching before your vision begins to grey around the edges and your body sways once more as your legs give out from beneath you.

Strong arms wrap themselves around you, saving you from hitting the ground as they keep you steady and in place.

“Easy now. I’ve got you,” Eddie asks, his brow furrowing in concern as he sees how pale and shaky you look.

You hold onto him tightly, fighting to maintain consciousness as he and Buck carefully help you towards the ambulance and sit you down on the edge.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Buck asks as he kneels in front of you.

Eddie joins him, reaching out to take your wrist and feel your radial pulse. You can feel how fast it’s thrumming against his touch, hating how much of a reaction this is getting out of you.

With the initial shock over with, shame quickly replaces that feeling and you can feel the tears threatening to spill over.

“Take a deep breath for me sweetheart. You’re alright. We’ve got you,” Eddie reassures.

You do as he says and take a deep breath, trying to push down the nausea that still threatened. “It’s the eye thing…I just can’t…”

Tears began to spring at the back of your eyes from the distress and embarrassment of the situation. “I’m sorry. You must think I’m an idiot. I’m a paramedic, I should be able to handle this.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Eddie reassures you with a gentle squeeze of your hand. “We all have our thing we can’t stand. For me it’s field amputations. I don’t know, I just can’t after the war.”

“Okay, but that’s understandable,” you begin, “mine sounds dumb in comparison.”

“You should hear the first time I ever encountered airway secretions on the job. Let’s just say I didn’t handle it well either and Chim followed me around for the next week making suctioning noises and whispering ‘sputum’ in my ear.”

You burst out laughing, feeling a little lighter about the situation. “Secretions? Seriously Buck?”

Buck smiled back, helping to keep the mood light, “listen, I can handle almost every emergency but something about that sound just gets me.”

Eddie joined in unable to contain his laughter and you felt the tension and worry you had from earlier slowly melt away.

“See, we all have things that just gross us out and things we can’t handle. It’s part of being human and part of the job,” Eddie reassures.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll handle the eye stuff from now on if you handle the suctioning and airway?” Buck held out his hand for you to shake.

You let out another laugh, and took his hand, nodding in agreement, “Deal.”

With that, Buck left you and Eddie alone, taking your place in helping Chim with the patient, feeling a little lighter and a little better about not being able to handle everything this crazy job threw at you.

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sortofanobsession · 4 years

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Pain given and pain received (9-1-1 AlphaBetaOmega Buddie prompt fill)

For bisexualbucks & Anon Prompt: A/B/Ω When Omega Buck comes back after the law suit fiasco everyone is pissed, Eddie is especially hurtful towards him. Omegas are extremely sensitive, and if they get too much negative emotions from their loved ones their eyes will become cloudy gray and they'll enter a catatonic state before they slowly die. After months of loneliness, Buck curls up in a bunk at the station. An annoyed Eddie finds him and is terrified by the state Buck is in. He bites Buck and bonds with him to save him

Word count: 5k

Author Note: unbeta’d, this is my first attempt at A/B/Ω so let me know how I do.

“Out of the Haze” Part 2, “Nothing heals the soul more than family” Part 3, “Nothing can hurt you more than family” Part 4

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Buck was miserable. His eyes hurt, his body was stiff, and he was so tired. He’d barely been able to make it to work, but he knew if he called in, Bobby would yell at him. So he stumbled into the locker room, relying mostly on muscle memory and the tiny bit he could actually see. He managed to change into his uniform before trying to figure out what to do next. He’d heard the harsh whispers as he’d stumbled in. Drunk. They thought he was drunk or high. Bobby was going to be livid. Buck let out a small sob. There was no way he was going to go upstairs and face everyone. He couldn’t go through it all again. Every day he would get to work, go upstairs, and all the conversations would stop. Some would glare at him, some would ignore him. The worst was when they straight up said terrible things to his face, not even trying to hide their distain. He did his best to ignore it. He had known it wouldn’t be easy after the lawsuit, but it had been months since he’d turned down the money and was allowed back to work. He had fought to get his job back, but now it all seemed to be for nothing. The team hated him. He’d just wanted his family back, but he ended up being the most alone he’d ever been. He even had to keep his sister at arm’s length as to not ruin the one good thing in her life. Ruining things was what Buck did best. He ruined everything and everyone he ever encountered. His heart hurt.

He missed his old life, the one he had before he ruined everything with the lawsuit. He missed his team. He missed the banter with Chim and Hen. He missed working side by side with Eddie. Just thinking about the alpha caused his chest to hurt. Eddie was his best friend. He swore he’d always have Eddie’s back, but he failed him. He’d nearly gotten Christopher killed, and then he broke whatever little trust the man had in him with the lawsuit. Buck sobbed thinking about how he’d destroyed the best thing he had when he pushed Eddie away. When the alpha had yelled at him in the store, every angry word was like a knife in Buck’s soul. He hated being an omega. Everything just felt so brutal and raw. It was like his soul was bleeding and there was no way to stop it. He was sure it would kill him if it could. Buck sobbed. Not being able to see them was worse than anything he’d been through in years. It hurt more than when his leg had been crushed. He thought losing Christopher in the tsunami was the worst day of his life, but it was nothing compared to the pain of the past few months. And he had no one to blame but himself. He missed his friends so much; he tried to think back to what they’d looked like when they were happy. He was actually having a hard time remembering what they looked like at all. Everything seemed so hazy recently. He rubbed at his eyes. Everything was still hazy. Buck pressed his palms into his eyes. His head hurt. He stumbled his way into the bunks and curled up into a ball, not even bothering to crawl under the sheets. Everything hurt. He just wanted the pain to stop. He just wanted everything to stop.

Eddie walked into the bunks and let out a bitter snort. The others were right. Buck was clearly sleeping something off. Well, that was unacceptable. “Get your ass up, Buckley.” Eddie stomped closer. “I’d heard you’d done some pretty shitty things when you started here, but you couldn’t even show up sober?” When he didn’t get a reply, he resorted to shouting. A pounding headache from a hangover would be the least of Buck’s problems at this point. “BUCKLEY GET UP!” Still nothing from Buck, not even a flinch. “I swear, if you’re black out drunk, I’m letting Bobby fire your ass. Hey, wake up.” Eddie shook Buck’s shoulder, but nothing happened. The alpha knelt down, ready to shout directly in the omega’s face, or shove him off the bed if needed but something stopped him. He took a good look at the younger man. His face was pale and his eyes looked sunken. “Buck.” Eddie shook his shoulders again. Buck barely even moved. Any anger Eddie felt vanished. Something was wrong. He’d seen people black out drunk, hell one terrible shift he’d seen a college kid, dying from alcohol poisoning. This didn’t feel like that. This felt worse. “Come on, Buck, wake up. I need you to wake up.” Eddie was starting to really worry. He reached for Buck’s neck to check his pulse. Buck’s eyes half opened at the unexpected contact, but he still didn’t move or say anything.

“Shit Buck, you’re freezing.” Eddie felt a slow pulse beating weakly against his fingers, ignoring the panic in his gut; he grabbed a blanket off another bunk and put it over Buck. “Hey, Buck, I need you to look at me.” The alpha gripped the sides of the omega’s face to get him to look up him. When he couldn’t see the blue hue in Buck’s nearly closed eye’s he froze. Eddie’s blood runs cold. “No,” he muttered. He gently pulled Buck’s eyelids open to get a better look at his eyes. The omega’s eyes were gray and cloudy. Eddie remembered something about this from his training. It was part of the reason omegas didn’t do well in the military. Or so they say. Isolation was basically torture for some omegas. You wanted information from an omega? Then stick them in a cell, no touch, no communication. Cut them off from their support net and they’d fall to pieces. If left long enough they’d make themselves sick, sometimes worse. The gray eyes, the silence, those were not good signs. “Please, Buck. Talk to me.” Eddie could feel tears in his eyes. If he was right, he could lose Buck. He might actually lose his best friend, the one person that had his back through everything. He was there for him when Shannon died. He’d had his back on every call they ever went on. The omega had fought his way back from being crushed under a ladder truck, saved Christopher during the tsunami, and for what? Just to die because Eddie and the others wanted to hold on to some petty grudge. Buck was going to die because Eddie couldn’t let it go of his anger. It wasn’t even really anger directed at Buck. The alpha was just angry. Now that anger was going to cost him his closest friend, the one person he’d promised to be there for. “No, no, no, no. Just no. I’m not losing you too. Please, Buck, wake up. Say something, Evan please.”

Without much thought Eddie joined Buck on the small bed and pulled the omega close. The pliant omega didn’t even flinch, or lean into the alpha’s touch like he’d always done in the past. He could feel the omega’s sluggish heartbeat against him. He couldn’t lose someone else he cared about. He couldn’t lose someone else he loved. He loved Buck. Deep down he knew that, he just couldn’t let himself be vulnerable enough to admit it. He had thought he needed to be strong for Christopher. Christopher. Eddie sobbed. How could he ever face his son again? How could he look his son in the eye and tell him someone else he loved was gone? No, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t take away another parent from his son. That is what Buck was, a parent. He was probably a better parent than Eddie was. He was Christopher’s Buck. The person his son, his pup, called for during his nightmares. He thought off all the times when his son would wake up crying for Buck and Eddie’d reach for his phone, only to remember that dumb lawsuit. He knew he should have just called him. Buck would have been there in a heartbeat. Buck probably would have dropped the lawsuit sooner if Eddie had just told him how much it was hurting Christopher, and how much it was tearing Eddie apart. They needed Buck. Eddie couldn’t let Christopher lose someone else. No, Eddie couldn’t let that happen. Not again. He didn’t know how he or Christopher could survive that. He knew he had to do something. He leaned his forehead against the omega’s chilled forehead. His omega, he’d been his omega in his thoughts and in his dreams, he’d just never gotten the nerve to actually tell him. “I’m going to fix this, Evan. I promise.” The alpha placed a gentle kiss on the omega’s neck and pulled the collar of Buck’s shirt down. “Please don’t hate me for this.” He ran his fingers along the crook of the omega’s neck, knowing exactly where the skin covered the gland. He knew that there was no going back from this. Not that he’d ever want to. He loved Buck. He’d spent months dreaming about marking the omega before everything went to shit. Never did he think he’d be marking Buck to save his life. “I’ve got you, okay.” The alpha bit down on the omega’s neck until he tasted blood and prayed that he wasn’t too late. He stayed like that until he felt Buck start to move against him. He did his best to sooth the bite mark as the omega let out a sob and shaking hands gripped the alpha’s shirt. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.” He pulled the omega tight against him. Eddie held him close until he stopped shaking.

“E-Eddie?” Buck’s voice was quiet and fragile. It tugged at every fiber of the alpha’s being. Eddie had never been so wrecked just hearing someone say his name before.

“I’m right here, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Eddie kissed Buck’s forehead before pulling away slightly to get a look at Buck’s face. His eyes seemed to be less cloudy, as Buck blinked them rapidly trying to clear them. He wanted to see Eddie. His eyes were far from clear but it was a start. Eddie would take any win here, no matter how small. The alpha leaned his forehead against the younger omega and smiled. He was warming up. He took a second to enjoy the sensation.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Buck tried to pull away, he had no idea what was happening. It was like emotional whiplash. One minute Eddie hated him and Buck just wanted it all to end. Now, Eddie’s holding him, telling him it was all okay. What had happened? How was anything okay?

“Not letting you go, that is what I’m doing.” Eddie pulled Buck back against him. He needed the reassurance that he hadn’t been too late. That he wasn’t going to wake up and find the omega dead in the bunk. No, this had to be real.

Buck soaked up the warmth that was radiating from the alpha. “Why?”

“Why? Because you almost died, again.” Eddie ran his hands up and down his mate’s back, trying to warm him up faster. His hands stilling when he realized he’d just referred to Buck as his mate. He couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that created in his chest. His mate was in his arms, alive. He wouldn’t have to tell Christopher he’d failed to save someone else the pup loved. But, Eddie had so many questions, that’s what he needed to focus on. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were having trouble with your eyes, or that you weren’t feeling well?”

“I…” Buck felt ashamed. The omega ducked his head, trying to hide his eyes in alpha’s shoulder. “I didn’t think anyone would care.”

Eddie froze. Had they really been so cold to Buck that he’d rather curl up and die alone in the bunks than ask anyone for help? This was all their fault. He knew he’d have to have a long talk with Bobby about this. He pulled Buck close. “I am so sorry, Evan.” Eddie could feel tears in his eyes again. “This is all my fault. I never should have let this happen. I almost lost you because I’m a stubborn ass.”

“No, Eddie-“ Buck started to argue that it wasn’t Eddie’s fault, that Buck had brought this on himself, even though he still wasn’t sure what had happened, but Eddie shushed him.

“You almost died, because I’m an idiot. Nothing you did could have possibly made what we did okay. You needed us and we let you down. You needed me and I-I pushed you away. I did this.” Eddie pressed a kiss to Buck’s forehead again. “I will spend the rest of our lives trying to make it up to you.” He placed a gentle kiss to the bite mark that signified their bond.

Buck shivered, but said nothing, his mind was still spinning. It was almost too much for him to handle. They stayed like that for a minute, but Eddie knew there was something he needed to do. He started to pull away but Buck whined and tightened his grip. Eddie chuckled and placed a soft kiss to his mate’s lips. “You need rest, and I need to talk to Bobby, okay? I promise I’ll be back.” He kissed him again before getting up off the bunk. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He winced at his own reflection. There was more blood on him than there should have been. “Damn it.” Eddie growled and grabbed a couple towels. He just kept failing the omega. How could he have forgotten about the blood thinners? It had been part of what started the whole lawsuit mess. He went back to his mate and gently pressed a towel to the bite mark. Praying it would stop bleeding soon. He hated that he’d made the other bleed, what choice did he have? It was either bite the omega and force a bond, or watch him die. Forcing a bond was never ideal, but he sure as hell wasn’t just going to sit there and let him die. “Just keep this here, I’ll be back in a minute. I’m going to get some help.” He got as much of the blood off his face and neck as he could, he couldn’t do anything about the bit of blood on his shirt but he needed help. The alpha wasn’t afraid to admit it, his omega was getting better, but he wasn’t out of the woods. He went to find the team.

Eddie ran into Hen before he even made it past the stairs. She did a double take at the blood on Eddie’s shirt. “Is that-“

“Yeah, Buck needs help. Now. He’s in the bunks. Please, Hen.” Eddie was practically begging her for help. Hen waved him off and ran towards the bunk room. She’d take care of the omega. She loved that spitfire omega almost as much as Eddie did, almost. Eddie found Bobby in the kitchen. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “We nearly killed him.”

“What?” Bobby asked, looking up at younger alpha and how disheveled he looked. He could smell the blood on the man before he saw it. “What happened?”

“Buck.” Eddie frowned. “He was dying.” Eddie let out a strangled sob.”

“Is that-was he-“ Bobby pointed at the blood. “Eddie, what happened to Buck?” Bobby felt his heart pounding.

Eddie nodded and kept talking, “He was so sure we didn’t care, so afraid of what we’d say he was ready to curl up in the bunks and die.”

“Eddie,” Bobby had no idea what the other alpha was talking about. The older alpha was starting to lose it. He needed to know what was going on with the youngest member of his team, the team’s omega. Buck was practically the heart of the whole operation. Everything had felt wrong when he was gone. Things may have been different since Buck had been back, but the team was at least whole again. “Eddie! What the hell happened?!”

Eddie bristled at the anger in the other alpha’s tone, he was trying to explain. “His eyes were gray, his skin was cold, and he was unresponsive.”

“So he wasn’t drunk?” Chim asked as he rushed to join them.

“No, he was half dead.” Eddie shook his head violently. Just saying felt a sucker punch. He pressed his palms into his eyes, trying to rid himself of image of his mate, cold and nearly lifeless on the scratchy sheets of the bunk. Chim hurried off to check on the omega.

“Gray eyes.” Bobby repeated as he braced himself against the counter, his heart hurt. He’d heard about it happening but had never personally seen it. Omega’s dying from having no one, from being alone, broken hearted.

“He was weak, and tired, and I’m pretty sure he just couldn’t keep going.” Eddie’s shoulders sagged as he continued. “We almost lost him, again. This time because we were being jackasses.”

“He was that far gone?” Bobby asked. Buck was here with them. He was with them at the station yesterday. Had the omega been in distress and they just didn’t see it? What kind of captain was he if he hadn’t noticed a member of his team struggling? What sort of alpha was he to not notice an omega in dire need? After all the pain he’d seen Buck through, since the first time he sat with Abby in the hospital after Buck nearly choked to death, had he really not noticed the kid was in pain?

“Go see for yourself.” Eddie insisted.

Chim was hovering over Hen’s shoulder as she finished checking Buck over when Bobby entered the bunk room. Buck was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders went tense when he noticed Bobby without even turning around. Bobby walked over and took one look at the omega’s still partially clouded eyes and he knew. He bit back the bile that was rising in his throat. He’d done this. He’d almost lost a member of his team because he was too foolish to see what was happening around him. He’d let himself get wrapped up in his mind again and it almost cost him another family member. He could feel his hands start to shake. He took one look at the bandage Hen had put over the bite mark and he knew that if Eddie hadn’t acted, they would have been too late to save him any other way. Bobby had to step out of the room. He needed to breathe.

“Is…is he okay?” Buck frowned, his clouded gaze bouncing from the others in the room to the door Bobby had just left through. “He’s mad at me, isn’t he?”

“I’m sure he’s not made at you.” Hen squeezed Buck’s shoulder, careful of the bite mark. “Probably just as worried about you as the rest of us are.” Buck nodded but didn’t say anything else.

Eddie felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He knew Buck didn’t believe her. He could just feel it in his soul. Eddie knelt behind Buck on the cot, a sad smile crossing the alpha’s face as his omega leaned back against him. “Don’t worry about him, okay? You worry about you.” Eddie ran hands along Buck’s arms to try and comfort him. The omega in front of him was still tired, weak, and needed to rest. He needed to relax, not worry about their boss. “Bobby’ll be fine.” He planted a kiss in Buck’s hair. Grateful that for once the two medics in the room with them didn’t say anything. He knew he’d never hear the end of it once everyone was sure Buck was alright, but for now no one mentioned it. He knew the omega was more than just touch starved, he need connection and reassurance. Eddie would make sure he got it. He wouldn’t let his omega down again. The bond would make it easier for both of them, but it was still going to take time for Buck to truly heal. Eddie’d happily give the rest of his life to his mate, but for now he’d settle for just trying to keep him calm, to help him relax.

Bobby leaned against the wall outside the bunk room and listened to the voices inside. Buck was worried about him. The thought was like a knife to the heart and made Bobby sick to his stomach. The omega had nearly died, again, and he was more worried about Bobby than himself. The alpha wanted to hit himself. How could he have let everything get so bad on his watch? He pulled out his phone, before heading farther away from the bunk room. He didn’t want to disturb the poor kid anymore than he already had. First he called for backup. There was no way his team would be able to handle calls today. Buck was going to need time to recover, and it go faster if his mate was there. Wow, Eddie was Buck’s mate. They all sort of figured it would happen, but not like this, never like this. Bobby was not in the right mental state to be instructing anyone right now. He couldn’t even wrangle his own thoughts, let alone the team. They needed backup. His second call was to his wife. He could already feel the tears in his eyes as he sank into the chair behind his desk. He let himself go as he spoke as he told her how everything had gone so horribly. How he’d nearly lost Buck. How Buck still seemed so worried about him even after all the grunt work and pain Bobby had put him through. He couldn’t lose another son.

“Then you need to tell him that. Do you hear me, Bobby? I know you love that boy. We all do, but you need to make this right. It’ll eat you alive if you don’t. So you do it, or I will.”

“You’re right.” Bobby nodded, despite the fact she couldn’t see it through the phone.

“I know, now go talk to the kid. No running out on him this time. You’re his captain, but more than that, you’re his friend. Act like it.”

After a quick goodbye and a few deep breaths Bobby headed back to the bunk room. He passed Chim in the hallway. Not missing the grimace on his face as he held his phone to his ear. He mouthed ‘Maddie’ and pointed at the phone. Bobby nodded, before heading into the bunks. It was just the omega and his mate now. Eddie looked between his mate and the older alpha a couple times. As much as he hated leaving Buck’s side again so soon after almost losing him, he knew this was a conversation the two needed to have, probably best without him. He kissed his omega on the temple. “I’ll be outside if you need me.” He waited until Buck nodded to leave, eyes locked on Bobby’s as he did. His gaze practically screaming ‘Don’t screw this up.’ Bobby nodded as the younger alpha passed him. Bobby moved to sit on the bed that was next to Buck’s. Before he could even say anything Buck was talking.

“Look, Cap, I know I should have said something. I know I put everyone at risk, I shouldn’t have-“ Buck was cut off as Bobby rushed forward to sit on the edge of the bed the younger omega was in.

“No, no. Buck. This-“ Bobby had to clear the lump in his throat. “This is not your fault. You’re like this because of what I let happen.”

“But Bobby,” Buck’s brow was furrowed. Eddie had been telling him since he came to that this was not his fault, now Bobby was saying it too. He shook his head.

“No buts,” Bobby took a deep breath. “Buck, we almost lost you too many time recently. The bombing, the embolism, the tsunami, and now this.” Bobby shook his head. “Most of those were my fault.”

“No way, if it isn’t mine then-“ Buck tried to argue but Bobby reached over and squeezed Buck’s hand.

“Freddie was after me. He blew up that truck because he wanted me to suffer. He was there because of me. Then you worked insanely hard to get back to the team and pushed yourself too hard to come back from the bombing and it nearly killed it you, in my backyard. The tsunami-“

It was Buck’s turn to squeeze Bobby’s hand. “That was not your fault. Eddie says if it isn’t my fault then it isn’t anyone’s fault.”

“Why would that have been your fault?” Bobby couldn’t help but ask.

“Because I took Christopher there.” Buck’s shoulders slumped.

“Buck, you had no way of knowing,” Bobby looked at the kid, the hand not already holding the omega’s went up to the younger man’s shoulder. “You might be amazing, but even you can’t control the ocean, kid.” Buck blinked out of surprise at the statement but happily leaned into the alpha’s touch. “But let’s table that for later.” Bobby continued, “If I don’t get this out Athena will end me.” Buck’s raised an eyebrow at his captain’s words. Bobby could only chuckle at the look.

“So tell me, unless you’re planning on some sort of suicide by cop thing.” Buck winced when he said it. “That’s not, I was trying to make a joke.” Buck groaned.

“It’s okay.” Bobby shook his head and laughed. “You’re right, about the tsunami not being my fault, not the part about it being yours, because Buck, listen to me, it isn’t. And definitely not the part about suicide by cop. I’m not going anywhere, so don’t worry about that. But what happened to you this time was my fault. I know you think that you deserved the way we were treating you because of the lawsuit, but the lawsuit never would have happened if I had just talked to you. Instead I tried to protect you from getting hurt again, by trying to keep you sidelined. That, was the dumbest thing I could have done. I was angry at the situation I created. It wasn’t fair to you. The team was just following my lead and I let them. I could have ended this hell weeks ago. I should have ended it weeks ago. Hell, it never should have started. You did the only thing you thought you could do to get back here, and when you finally did we treated you so terribly you ended up nearly destroying yourself. I…I should have ended it after that scene at the grocery store. You were obviously hurting and I just refused to let it all go. I’m sorry, kid.” Bobby rubbed at the tears in his eyes. “Okay, now to the part I promised I’d say. You still with me kid?” Buck nodded, Bobby continued. “You’ve been there for me during every slip up I’ve had since you started here. You were there when I fell off the wagon. You were nothing but supportive when I was just starting things with Athena. You were there. You, you’re like a son to me. Back then I looked at you and knew that you were just a lost kid that needed looking after. I knew I needed to be there for you when I help you tie your tie before that disaster of a date. Sitting with you in the hospital that night had sealed it. I needed you to be okay. I’m not going to lie, some days I think you may actually be the death of me.” Bobby gave the omega a fond smile and shook his head, even if Buck couldn’t see it very well. “You just love to try to give me a heart attack on and off the job.” He squeezed Buck’s hand again. “You can be so infuriating when you don’t listen, but that, well that is just who you are.”

“I’m infuriating.” Buck sighed.

“You’re Buck, sometimes infuriating, but more often you’re courageous and selfless. You don’t hesitate to do what needs to be done to save someone’s life, even if it puts your own at risk. You got a heart of pure gold kid. You’re a stronger omega than most. You want nothing more than to save everyone and no one can stop you from trying. I should have known that. I should have known trying to keep you off the truck was hurting you more than helping you. I was telling myself that if I pushed you away, gave you chores and kept you busy here it would be better for everyone. I pushed you away because I couldn’t stand the idea of letting you in, just to lose you to something I couldn’t control.”

“Ha, gotcha. You said it was out of your control, that means not your fault.” Buck pointed out, a small smile on the omega’s lips.

Bobby laughed and shook his head. “Okay, you got me there. Maybe I couldn’t control what happened to you before, but I still am taking the blame on this one, okay? I pushed you away, and the others followed my lead. I didn’t stop them. Losing you after losing my family was something I knew I wouldn’t survive. I will always carry what happened to them with me, just like I will this. I just hope you can forgive me for failing you. I’m so sorry, kid. I never wanted this to happen. You hurting like this was never what I wanted. I really do hope that you can forgive me someday.”

Buck opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He blinked a few times, he could feel the tears on his face. His eyes seemed to be a little less hazy. He could actually see the tears on Bobby’s face. That was two crying alphas in one day, because they almost lost him. “So you aren’t mad at me.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“God, no.” Bobby looked at the omega. “No, you…you were just trying to deal with the shit you were given. But I do need something from you, okay?”

“What is it?” Buck asked.

“Promise me you ever start feeling isolated, sick, or anything, you’ll tell me, tell someone.”

“You guys aren’t going to let me out of your sight now are you? Gonna watch me like a hawk.” Buck laughed.

“I didn’t hear a promise in there.” Bobby pointed out.

“Yeah, okay. I promise if I start feeling shitty again I’ll let you guys know.” Buck nodded.

“Good, also, Athena expects you at dinner tomorrow, I don’t think she’ll take no for an answer,” Bobby gave his hand a squeeze one more time before standing up. “Eddie and Christopher are obviously invited too. You hear that Eddie?” He called out to the other alpha that had been eavesdropping from the hallway.

“We’ll be there.” Eddie took that as his invitation back into the room. “You good?” Eddie asked his omega as he moved to stand beside him. Buck nodded.

“Good, now you two head home.” Bobby smiled. “Take the rest of the day off.”

“You sure, Cap?” Eddie asked. “I mean he needs it but-“

“I’m sure. First thing I did after I walked out earlier was call in for a backup team. I figured, Buck would need to heal up, it’d be faster with you there,” Bobby nodded at Eddie. “Since I-I guess you two are bonded now.”

Buck looked over at Eddie, his alpha. He liked the way that sounded, even in his head.

“Like I said, go home. Rest up. See you tomorrow at dinner.” Bobby left the room.

“Hey Buck?” Chim poked his head in the room. “Glad you’re feeling better but you might want to call you sister.”

Buck chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll call her later.” Chim nodded and left.

Eddie offered Buck a hand and without even thinking about it the omega took it. “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Buck grinned, letting Eddie help him up. “Let’s go home.” Eddie wrapped and arm around Buck’s shoulders. Since the omega’s eyes were still in the process of clearing up, he was more than happy to lean on his alpha and let him lead him.

Buck may not have his eye sight back fully yet, and he was still feeling a little weak, but he hadn’t felt this happy, this loved, in his entire life. He had his family back. He was going home with his mate, his alpha. To a home where a very eager and adoring pup waited for them. Buck wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.

#Buddie Fic #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #bobby nash #911 #911 fox #tw: depression #tw: blood #minor blood really #prompt fill #bisexualbucks #for anon request #unbeta'd #New Life of Omega Buck Series #alpha omega pairing #alpha beta omega dynamics

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kinktober masterlist — 2021

after a couple of years of reading some of these, i thought about giving it a shot this year! and to add a bit of spice, i drew random names from my character list and matched them with the prompts chosen!!

PROMPTS — prompts are from this [ post ] by @the-purity-pen. these are pure smut, so please only those 18+ [ minors do not interact! ] -- you can block #twistnetkinktober2021 if you do not wish to see

EXPECTATIONS — all works are 500-1000 words, with little to no plot -- just plain ole smut [ gn!readers + female!readers; will be listed in warnings + tags ]

NOTICES — things to keep in mind:

all kinks, pairings + readers were chosen by me; based entirely off what i felt comfortable writing. if anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, i strongly advise you not to read it

ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked

this post will serve as the masterlist for the event + days will be updated with links upon posting

day one. face-sitting — ellie williams x fem!reader

day two. against the wall — carlos oliveria x gn!reader

day three. hair-pulling — loki laufeyson x gn!reader

day four. knife play — billy russo x gn!reader

day five. uniforms — evan buckley x gn!reader

day six. food play — miguel galindo. gn!reader

day seven. roleplay — jim hopper x gn!reader

day eight. cunninlingus — jill valentine x fem!reader

day nine. lingerie — eddie diaz x gn!reader

day ten. hickey // biting marks — yelena belova x fem!reader

day eleven. mirror sex — robbie reyes x gn!reader

day twelve. begging — javier peña x gn!reader

day thirteen. edging // orgasm denial — leon kennedy x gn!reader

day fourteen. bath // shower — chris alonso x female!reader

day fifteen. masturbation — cal kestis x gn!reader

day sixteen. massaging — abby anderson x fem!reader

day seventeen. pegging — jim street x gn!reader

day eighteen. hand jobs — chibs telford x gn!reader

day nineteen. glove kink — din djarin x gn!reader

day twenty. phone sex — randall ‘pink’ floyd x gn!reader

day twenty-one. dirty talk — frank castle x gn!reader

day twenty-two. thigh riding — boba fett x gn!reader

day twenty-three. cock warming — malcolm bright x gn!reader

day twenty-four. hunter // prey — joel miller x gn!reader

day twenty-five. breeding — horacio carrillo x gn!reader

day twenty-six. latex // leather — matt murdock x gn!reader

day twenty-seven. aftercare — sam wilson x gn!reader

day twenty-eight. almost getting caught — cobb vanth x gn!reader

day twenty-nine. window // balcony sex — bill hargrove x gn!reader

day thirty. praise kink — natasha romanoff x fem!reader

day thirty-one. wildcard — hailey upton x fem!reader

thank you and please enjoy!

~ love twisty

#kinktober masterlist #twistnet :: kinktober 2021

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My Masterlist(s)

Last updated: 07/28/2023

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Marvel masterlist

Featuring Marvel characters such as the variants of Spider-Man, the variants of MJ//Gwen, the Avengers, the X-men, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents, the Wakandans, the (As)guardians of the galaxy, etc;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ DC Comics masterlist

Featuring characters from the DC Universe!! Keep in mind I’m not the biggest DC fan, so for now, characters I will write about are limited. Requests are currently closed, but I foresee myself writing about Dick Grayson and/or Kory Anders in the near future ;)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Graceland masterlist (coming soon)

Featuring characters from the USA show Graceland that ran from 2013 to 2015. Characters include José “Johnny” Tuturro, (Paul) Briggs, Paige Arkin, Catherine “Charlie” Demarco , (Michael) Mike “Levi” Warren, and Dale “DJ” Jakes. I will most certainly not write imagines about Lauren Kincaid, she gets on my nerves.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ One Day at a Time masterlist (coming soon)

Featuring all major and minor characters of the 2017 sitcom “One Day at a Time”. This includes but is not limited to Penelope Alvarez, Alex Alvarez, Elena Alvarez, Patrick Schneider, Max Ferraro, Avery, Ramona, Jill Riley, Carmen, Lori, and Finn (etc). Any imagines about the older characters such as Dr. Leslie Berkowitz and/or Lydia Riera will be strictly platonic and/or family imagines :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star masterlist

Including characters from the 2020 Fox show 9-1-1: Lone Star such as TK Strand, Carlos Reyes, Owen Strand, Grace Ryder, Wyatt Harris, Judd Ryder, Marjan Marwani, Paul Strickland, Mateo Chavez/Probie, Tommy Vega, Nancy Gillian, and (maybe) Gwyneth Morgan. Characters from 9-1-1 include May Grant, Maddie Buckley, Henrietta Wilson, Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz, Howard “Chimney” Han, Evan “Buck” Buckley, Athena Grant, Bobby Nash, Ravi Panikkar/Probie, Taylor Kelly Martin, and (maybe) and Ana Flores.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Disney (& Pixar) masterlist (coming soon)

Including characters from Disney shows and movies, including Good Luck Charlie, Jessie, A.N.T Farm, Let it Shine, Starstruck, Sydney to the Max, Raven’s home, etc. I will also write imagines for any animated characters such as Tiana and/or Naveen, Flynn and/or Rapunzel, Moana, Mulan, Penny Proud, Kim Possible, and so forth.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 80s//90s//2000s masterlist (coming soon)

Featuring imagines of characters from shows and movies that came out in the 80s, 90s, and early 2000s. This includes Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Friends, Full House, Boy Meets World, Stand By Me, The Outsiders, 10 Things I Hate About You, Boyz n the Hood, The Wayans Bros, The Bernie Mac Show, My Wife & Kids, Love & Basketball, etc. This list does not include characters from any cartoons, that list can be found below.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Anime, Manga, & Cartoon masterlist

Featuring characters from shows like the Boondocks, HxH, ATLA, Legend of Korra, Seven Deadly Sins, My Hero Academia, Tokyo Revengers, JJK, etc; Yes I do understand that some of these shows might’ve been from the early 2000s, but they are in this category for a reason :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Supernatural masterlist (coming soon)

Featuring characters such as Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, and Castiel. Minor characters (or characters that were definitely major but weren’t in many episodes) may or may not be included sooner or later, but I’m leaning more towards may not…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Avatar and A:TWOW Masterlist

This list includes characters such as Jake Sully, Neytiri, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Kiri, Spider, Tsireya, Ao’nung, Rotxo, Grace, Trudy Chacon, Tonowari, and Ronal.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harry Potter, The Marauders, & Fantastic Beasts masterlist (coming soon)

Including characters such as Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Newt Scamander, Leta Lestrange, and possibly anyone else requested. DISCLAIMER!!!: If I write about Tom Riddle, I’m writing about how he looked BEFORE he looked like a water creature with two cuts for a nose.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ginny & Georgia masterlist (coming soon)

Including characters such as Georgia Miller, Marcus Baker, Joe, Padma, Zion Miller, and Austin Miller (PLATONIC). Anyone who isn’t on this list are characters I’m not particularly fond of or can’t see myself taking the romantic route enough to write about them, but if you ask nicely I may consider writing a little something about them.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hawaii Five-O (2010) masterlist (coming soon)

Featuring characters such as Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Chin Ho Kelly, and Kono Kalakaua. Any other major character can be requested and then put onto the list.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Female celebrity masterlist (coming soon)

Featuring female celebrities such as Billie Eilish, Zendaya, China Anne McClain, Raven Godwin, Danai Gurira, Gwyneth Paltrow, Queen Latifah, Salma Hayek, Megan Fox, Nia Long, Jessica Alba, Lauren London, Lupita, Kehlani, Latto, Mette Towley, Sky Katz, Stefflon Don, Kayla Nicole, Nicki Minaj, Megan Thee Stallion etc.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Male celebrity masterlist (coming soon)

Featuring male celebrities such as Bryson Tiller, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Miguel, Odell Beckham Jr, Andrew Garfield, August Alsina, Keith Powers, Chris Brown (possibly), Giveon, J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Ludacris, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, Robert Pattinson, Tom Hiddleston, Jensen Ackles, Manny Montana, Jack Harlow, etc;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Non-binary & Gender Fluid celebrity masterlist (coming soon)

Including celebrities such as Janelle Monae, Demi Lovato, Sam Smith, Brigette Lundy-Paine, Amandla Stenberg, and Ruby Rose. Let me know if there’s anyone else you want me to add to the list!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Misc Masterlist (coming soon)

Including characters and/or people that don’t fit into the other categories; including characters from shows I don’t plan to write about often, known people who aren’t exactly “famous”, multi fandom scenarios that don’t have a specific name thrown in there and can apply to anyone etc

#marvel #disney #graceland #goodgirls #wildnout #onedayatatime #9 1 1 lone star #911 fox #supernatural #warrior nun #hawaii five 0 #avatar the last airbender #ginny and georgia #harry potter #the marauders #dc universe

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Double Date, Double Trouble

Hey guys! Haven’t written anything in such a long time but I decided to gift you all and myself something. I’m a bit rusty and no beta, we die like men :) Also, this is kinda cheesy but I’m in desperate need of fluff.

Pairings: Eddie Diaz x Evan “Buck” Buckley, minor TK x Carlos

Summary: TK decided to visit Buck for a “guys weekend” and Carlos tags along. Not wanting to be a third wheel, Buck invites Eddie to come with which leads to misunderstandings.

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“Why are you so nervous, man?” Buck laughs, “Eddie, you know I wouldn’t put you in an awkward situation.”

“For some reason, Buck, I don’t believe you.”

An easy laugh leaves Eddie’s mouth, and Buck swings an arm over the shorter man’s shoulders. It was a playful pat on his back but also a comforting one. Buck knew Eddie was nervous to meet TK; he wasn’t sure why, but he knew.

“Buck! It’s been too long,” TK’s voice enters the two’s ears as they round the corner to an Italian restaurant.

The boys hug it out as Eddie and Carlos greet each other with introductions.

“Hey, you must me Eddie. I’m Carlos, TK’s boyfriend,” he reaches out to shake Eddie’s hand.

Eddie accepts, “Hi, Carlos. I’m a friend of Bucks. A pleasure to meet you.”

A welcoming smile spreads against Carlos’s face but there was also a hint of confusion. Before Eddie could question it any further, he feels two arms wrap around him.

“Eddie! It’s good to meet you officially out of work,” TK speaks in excitement, “Buckley here never shuts up about you. I think he likes you more than I like my own boyfriend.”

TK turns to his boyfriend with the biggest and most cheesy smile. The taller of the two pecks a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek and laughs. Eddie feels like he is watching the gayest romcom of all time, and it only brings him comfort. Eddie takes a sigh of relief.

“Okay that’s enough, TK,” Buck enters the conversation, “You’re not even drunk yet and already embarrassing me. Don’t take anything he says to heart, Eddie.”

Oh, but how Eddie absolutely does take it to heart.

Eddie didn’t realize for a long time just how much Buck meant to him. After everything the two had survived together, it took a bullet and shared responsibility of his son for him to finally accept.

Yes, Eddie Diaz is in love with Evan Buckley.

“You’re right, I’m not drunk,” a childish smirk settles on his lips, “YET!”

TK takes hold of his boyfriend’s hand and leads the group into the restaurant. They get seated and fall into easy conversation. Eddie admires TK’s dedication to his job and finds it easy to laugh with Carlos but most importantly he felt like he was on a date.

From ordering drinks to finishing their main course, Buck and Eddie gravitated towards each other. They would share stories, gush over Christopher, and laugh so careless with one another. Eddie felt normal. Like he was just a guy in a loving relationship who went out with his friends and talked about life. He felt loved but most importantly normal.

“Alright, cut the shit guys,” TK spoke assertively - or at least as assertive a giggly drunk man can sound, “when did you guys get together? I’ve been hearing for months, how crazy he is for you, but you think he would have told me you guys finally confessed.”

All the laughs and easy smiles at the table stalled at that moment. Eddie froze and stared at TK as if he was replaced with an alien. Buck however started stuttering out incoherent words and became as red as a cherry.

Carlos cuts in, “TK, I think you had too much.”

“Too much? Anyone completely sober can see-“

“Babe, they-“

“Actually,” Eddie finally speaks, “it’s been killing me all night to say this so I think I’m just going to say it.”

Everyone at the table silences themselves and gives Eddie their full attention. Especially Buck, who’s starring so deeply into the other man that Eddie thinks he should forget the words and just cut to the kissing. But he knows he has to finally admit it. Not just to himself internally but he needs everyone to physically hear it. Buck deserves that.

“Buck, I- Evan, sorry, I’ve been needing to tell you something. I probably should have told you a long, long time ago but honestly, I’m glad I didn’t. I’m glad that we’ve lived through what we have, together, because it’s only made me want this more,” Eddie takes a deep breath.

He is ready now. Ready to be honest.

“I’ve loved you for a long time. Not just as a partner, not as a brother. or just a co-parent to Christopher. I love you as the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Eddie can feel his heart racing out of his chest. But he can also feel Buck’s hand on his: holding on to him as if his life depended on it.

“Jesus Christ, Buck! If you don’t say you love this man right now, I sure the hell will!”

“Babe, be quiet.”

Buck doesn’t say anything though, at least not in that moment. He actually doesn’t say it back until he and Eddie are back home. Together.

No, right now, Buck wraps his hands around Eddie’s neck and kisses him. And all Eddie can do is lean into it. When they both pull away and try to catch their breath, the tension that held both of them so tightly was finally released.

They love each other, and they finally both knew it.

#buddie #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #fluff #drabble #911 fandom #911 fox #lgbtq #911 lone star #tk x carlos #eddie x buck

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 3 years

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The Sun Leading Me Out of the Storm

Title: The Sun Leading Me Out of the Storm Link : AO3 Square Filled: Thunderstorm Ship: Eddie x Buck Rating: Teen Tags: Shannon Diaz Lives, Divorced Eddie and Shannon, Background Taylor/Shannon, Minor Eddie/Ana, Soft and Pining Eddie and Buck Summary: Eddie had already lived a life without Buck in it during the lawsuit and it had been worse than living without Shannon. It had been like half his soul had been ripped out of him, he had been lost in a storm than as well. Only that had been a storm of rage because he had been left adrift without his sun.

Buck is his sun.

Buck never failed to fill him with warmth when he needed it or shine the light dispelling the darkness. Created for @911bingo and @anyfandomfluffbingo

Eddie felt like he was trapped in a never-ending thunderstorm, lost in the rain, his voice drowned out by the thunder and his vision blinded by the lightning. He had felt that way since he started dating Ana and Buck began to distance himself from him.

He was lost in the storm and he didn't know which way it was out.

Ana was sweet, she was beautiful and it was easy being with her. She is everything that Shannon is not. He knows his parents would love her, she is their ideal partner for him. He can already hear his mother asking him when their wedding will be. His father would be proud of him. He would finally have their respect and that is all he wants.

Or at least that is thought he wanted.

There was no passion with Ana.

And then there is Christopher, his whole world. Christopher likes Ana but isn't fond of their relationship or fully supportive.

"She makes me feel like I can't do certain things. Not like Buck does."

Christopher's words echoed in him.

Ana was nice and easy to be with but he wasn't happy. Neither was Chris. And he didn't feel like he was himself with her. Like he was wearing a mask or acting a part. To Ana, he is Edmundo, not Eddie and she doesn't seem to want to get to know Eddie, she is happy with Edmundo.

Buck loves Eddie. He loves the imperfect man that has flaws but does his best.

Buck loves with his full heart, who just wants to be loved and not left behind and Eddie feels like he has failed in that. Since Ana came around Eddie has allowed the distance between them to grow because how was he supposed to be with Ana when the one that completes his and Chris' world is already with them?

There were two paths out of the storm one was with Ana and the other, the one his heart and soul are tugging him towards is with Buck.

If he continued down his path with Ana, where neither he and Chris are truly happy he would end up making his parents happy and finally feel like they truly love him. He would spend his life playing a role that he doesn't want.

But if he took the chance, if he acted on what is between him and Buck. What has been building between them since they met and Buck was so determined to hate him, which didn't last long, he could have a taste of true happiness.

Don't get him wrong he loved Shannon, she will always be special to him and he will always be grateful to her for giving him their son. But she had been right in divorcing him. They just weren't meant to be. They had been happy but now they were happier as co-parents to the most amazing kid and Shannon seemed to be happy with Taylor Kelly of all people. He can't believe that Buck set them up.

Shannon studied her ex-husband, "So I hear you are dating again."

A groan escaped Eddie, he had known that this was coming. "Yes, I am. Is that going to be a problem?" The last thing that he needed was for Shannon to have issues with Ana, okay so Shannon still hadn't completely gotten over Ana's attitude towards Chris and saying he needs limits after the whole skateboard incident.

"No, I am just wondering why you are going after your parent's dream girl and not following your heart."

Eddie froze, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Oh Eddie, you can lie to yourself but you can't lie to me. We both know that while you might be attracted to Ana you are only dating her because she would make your parents happy. And you shouldn't have to pretend to be someone you are not to get their approval. You, Eddie Diaz, are amazing as who you are." Eddie hadn't even seen Shannon move until she was standing before him and had her hands on her shoulders. "And we both know that there is someone out there who loves Eddie Diaz with all of his heart. But in the end, it is up to you, do you want to be Eddie or do you want to be Edmundo."

Shannon's words stuck with him, they buried themselves deep into his heart and whispered in his ear when he was with Ana and he tucked who he was away and played the role of Edmundo for her.

"Make sure you are following your heart and not Christopher's."

Carla's words stayed with him as well and they both knew that he wasn't following either his heart or Chris'. Chris had made it clear who he saw as his third parent, who he loves so deeply. Chris had made his choice long ago and now he was just waiting for his dad to make his.

Getting shot and seeing Buck covered in blood haunted him as did reaching out to him the need to know that Buck wasn't harmed. Buck told him that it should have been him filled his nightmares. Telling Buck that he was Christopher's guardian should anything happen to both he and Shannon had been easy because Eddie needed Buck to see that he wasn't expendable, that he is love more than he realizes.

Eddie had already lived a life without Buck in it during the lawsuit and it had been worse than living without Shannon. It had been like half his soul had been ripped out of him, he had been lost in a storm than as well. Only that had been a storm of rage because he had been left adrift without his sun.

Buck is his sun.

Buck never failed to fill him with warmth when he needed it or shine the light dispelling the darkness.

"I am a fool." Eddie knew which path he needed to take to get out of the storm.

+******+

Buck was bored. Shannon had his favourite Diaz for the weekend and she had a full weekend planned. He didn't want to disrupt the mother and son weekend, plus it seemed off that Eddie wasn't with him and Christopher, so he stayed away.

He could have visited his beautiful niece and checked in with his sister to make sure that she was doing okay but Chimney had been playing a special weekend for him and Maddie could read him like a book and the surprise would be ruined.

So here Buck was wandering around his loft unsure as what to do. He could call up Eddie but he didn't want to risk the chance that he was out with Ana or she was over at his place finally staying the night like she had been hinting at every since Eddie had recovered. There was only so much feeling his heart ripped out of his chest he could take pretending to be happy that Eddie, his best friend, the love of his life, was finally moving on.

He just wishes it was him Eddie was moving on with.

The sound of frantic knocking pulled Buck out of his thoughts and since he hadn't been expecting anyone and hadn't ordered any food he had no clue who was there. Still, at least it was something other than sitting around and pining for his best friend.

"Eddie?" When Buck opened his door he never expected to come face-to-face with a frantic-looking Eddie.

"I'm in love with you."

Or for Eddie to say that.

Given the look on Eddie's face, he hadn't expected to say that. "Why don't you come in." Stepping back for the door Buck waited for Eddie to move past him and then he shut the door.

Buck could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he turned to look at Eddie. "Did you mean it?"

Eddie wasted no time in closing the distance between them and cupping Buck's face with his hands, "I do. I am in love with you Evan Buckley. I have been for a long time. You are the sunshine that pulls me out of the raging storms and brings back the warmth into my life. Without you, I would be lost and adrift."

"I'm in love with you Eddie Diaz. I have been for so long that I can't remember a time that I didn't love you. Even when Abby still had a place in my heart I knew that what I felt for her was a shadow compared to what I felt for you and those feelings have only grown." Buck admitted in a soft voice.

Stroking Buck's cheek Eddie felt like his whole world had settled, "I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. I'm sorry I hurt you with Ana. I went with what my parents would want instead of following my own heart."

Resting his forehead against Eddie's Buck smile was full of love, "All that matters is that you got here. And now you are stuck with me for life."

Eddie's eyes shone with pure love, "Good because I wouldn't have it any other way." And then he was moving and doing something he had been dreaming of for so long kissing Buck.

Buck melted into the kiss as he clung to Eddie. Never had a kiss left him so weak in the knees and he wondered if this is what it felt like kissing your soulmate.

Eddie would still have storms but Buck would always be there showing him the way out of them and back into the sunshine.

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